Dashing officers, seamen to boot!
Scoundrels all, by delicious repute!
On a girl’s maiden voyage,
Fuck fingers and toyage!
She’d get herself rooted, enroute!
Tag: sex toys
But it can’t take out the garbage
Many women now place their reliance
On plastics, IT, modern science;
They get off their rocks
Not with actual cocks,
But some over-sized buzzing appliance!
Post-feminist
Peer pressure informed her the norm
Was to take off her clothes and perform,
To give head jobs to boys,
To compare and swap toys,
Sometimes buzzing still, sticky and warm!
Catholic tastes
She’d root anything vaguely mammalian,
Animal, vegetable, alien,
Man, woman, boy,
Flesh and blood or a toy,
Sometimes even a docile Australian.
Comes with batteries
She imagines men, (jocks, local boys),
With huge cocks, bulging-veined, like her toys,
Forcing open her thighs,
While she whimpers and tries,
When she comes, not to make too much noise!
Make-believe
Although impotent he was resourceful,
At times, perhaps rather too forceful,
Enjoying his toys,
(Boys will always be boys);
He was always, though, later, remorseful.
Hush, hush, whisper who dares
Though she wasn’t allowed out with boys,
She contented herself with her toys;
She’d kiss Mummy goodnight,
Then she’d switch off the light
And soon come, with a whimpering noise.