09-30-2016, 05:50 PM
Ode to an intimate friend
Each day I take you in my hand and turn
your switch to ‘On’; you start, you never spurn
advances from me, always in the mood
and instantly you’re in, and start to churn.
I move you slowly, each side then return,
pulsating tremors I can feel within
and every nook and cranny feels your touch.
I think I fantasize a bit too much
while using you inside me. You’re so hard.
I think of you as my own bodyguard.
Your stimulation energizes me,
my gums and teeth are healthy as can be.
Each day I take you in my hand and turn
your switch to ‘On’; you start, you never spurn
advances from me, always in the mood
and instantly you’re in, and start to churn.
I move you slowly, each side then return,
pulsating tremors I can feel within
and every nook and cranny feels your touch.
I think I fantasize a bit too much
while using you inside me. You’re so hard.
I think of you as my own bodyguard.
Your stimulation energizes me,
my gums and teeth are healthy as can be.