- Erotic Poetry
- Ode to my Vibrator
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Stress... Stress... Stress! It's all around me every day!
I can't think I can't work; the only way to fix it is to play
I slam the door closed and collapse onto my bed
The only hope I have is for my urge to be fed
I reach down and pull out my vibrator and sigh, "Here we go"
I turn it on and slide it inside and feel my body spring from its low
My heart is racing, my juices flowing, and my skin burning red
As I plunge it deeper and deeper, pleasure flows from my pussy to my head
It's working! It's working! My stress is melting away
And I prove to myself that I didn't need to find a man this day
This great thing fucks me hard, deep, and in exactly the right spot
So truly perfect indeed, it is the best thing that I ever bought!
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 14 years agoSweetheart, you don't have to find a man. You just have to let him find you!
Anonymousover 14 years agoits so nice that the worst that can happen with a vibrator is that your batteries go dead. Thats soooo not the case with a guy
