So, my ideal lover, she said,
Fucks me good, doesn’t mess with my head;
No damn lies, bullshit, flattery,
Comes with a battery,
Always there, under my bed.
Tag: vibrator
Drone
Her new chastity belt has two holes,
And a range of electrical poles,
Interchangeable cocks
With snap-fastening locks,
Which her husband remotely controls!
Narcissa
She admired her naked reflection,
Front, back, side-on, bloody perfection!
Too damn good for him,
She thought, choosing a slim
Silver vibrator from her collection.
Enough rope
She’d agreed but, in fact, could she cope
With the vibrating toys and the rope,
And the lack of control
Even over which hole…?
What to do, but keep coming and hope?
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!
Queue-jumping
In the queue she stood nervously waiting,
Not caring that she was creating
A scene. Let them stare!
She was only aware
Of the toy in her pussy vibrating!
Perpetual emotion
She moaned, spasmed; she’d reached fever-pitch,
When she suffered a technical glitch.
It was somewhere inside,
And, as much as she tried,
She could not reach, to turn off the switch!
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?
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!