Ode to a vibrator

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Nebula33
Nebula33
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Ohh wondrous phallic shaft of purple and gold,
I yearn to feel you as I in fold,
You deep within my aching wetness.

The batteries are fully charged and energised,
The sound make a tremble shot between my thighs,
As he starts to sing and buzz..

He's Made of plastic and rubber,
From gentle tremble to a delicious shudder,
As I twist the base and turn him on .

Eight delicious inches of heaven held in our hands,
no denying his popularity in all the lands,
On every coast women have at least one.

I worship at the alter of my latex friend,
Grasping him in a grip of death.. Only one place to send,
The curved tip as it vibrates.

Calling it names like man horse and rodeo rider ,
Even cute ones like purple dude and insider,
Their job is to take away the aches..


No damp patches, counting cracks , or faking it,
Or grunting. And groaning with some ugly git,
Just turn the switch and have some fun..

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Ode to a vibrator

Ohh wondrous phallic shaft of purple and gold,
I yearn to feel you as I in fold,
You deep within my aching wetness.

The batteries are fully charged and energised,
The sound make a tremble shot between my thighs,
As he starts to sing and buzz..

He's Made of plastic and rubber,
From gentle tremble to a delicious shudder,
As I twist the base and turn him on .

Eight delicious inches of heaven held in our hands,
no denying his popularity in all the lands,
On every coast women have at least one.

I worship at the alter of my latex friend,
Grasping him in a grip of death.. Only one place to send,
The curved tip as it vibrates.

Calling it names like man horse and rodeo rider ,
Even cute ones like purple dude and insider,
Their job is to take away the aches..


No damp patches, counting cracks , or faking it,
Or grunting. And groaning with some ugly git,
Just turn the switch and have some fun..

Nebula33
Nebula33
3 Followers
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