My Toys are My Boys

My red vibrator holds a special place,
Sitting in the drawer on top of lace,

Any time it comes out to play,
It carries my troubles far away,

Not too fast and not too slow,
It knows exactly where to go,

My butterfly sits upon my clitoris,
And makes me cum like a brontosaurus,

The massager was brought at a Brookstone,
sold to girls like me who live alone,

Loud and hard it shakes the bed,
Until my loins are swollen red,

My biggest toy is Mr Blackie,
Some would find him awful tacky,

Only after too many glasses of wine,
Will Mr. B show me a good time,

Lots of lube when he comes out to play,
Or I'll feel like I'm broken the whole next day.