There was once a rose bud stud that loved to button dance,

What you say is a button dance is it an Irish dance by chance,

It’s not the dance that comes to mind but tongue dance of joy,

This dance when done correct requires a pretty girl and a boy,

I’ll give you a kiss upon your lips at any place of your desire,

A tongue such as mine is a dancing tongue to set your soul afire,

I do declare look at you, your button appears as a red rose bud,

As I study your beauty and all you are I feel a fire boiling my blood,

It’s coming now it truly is, the fever that sets me ready to dance,

I’ve kissed you everywhere but mostly there see my rigid lance,

My tongues in dance upon a button that’s changing how it’s made,

The button has become the bud of a rose in a beautiful red shade,

Perhaps now dear lady you understand my name of rose bud stud,

Your rose has opened its beautiful petals the color of true red blood,

Petals of red in perfect form with a rose bud awaiting my manly love,

The fluid of my loins will fertilize you now with the fluid I am made of.

The end. By Pat for Patti