She’d root anything vaguely mammalian,
Animal, vegetable, alien,
Man, woman, boy,
Flesh and blood or a toy,
Sometimes even a docile Australian.
Tag: dildo
At her majesty's pleasure
Big black dildo or pink? Which to choose?
She had only herself to amuse.
The blue vibrating one?
Or all three might be fun.
Fuck ’em all! What’s a girl got to lose?
The collector
She has quite a museum of pricks,
Whence to choose, and to use for her kicks.
She displays them with pride;
(Can that one fit inside?)
Showing friends some astonishing tricks!
Industrialisation
A girl might, for the lack of a boy,
Use a humming, banana-shaped toy;
A fantastic appliance,
A marvel of science
All women can own and enjoy!
Still life
She got off, as a rule, on her own,
With her dildo, a bottle, a bone,
Or her finger, a shoe,
A zucchini would do,
A brush handle, a door-knob, her phone.
It's complicated
Sex involved, for him, ropes, whips and canes,
Dildos, leather and rubber and chains:
She, in turn, understood,
And the sex was damn good,
Worth a few little bruises and sprains!