The toy
Its late at night you're all alone, I need comes to your mind, it isn't for sweets or chocolate, its of a sexual kind
You first try to ignore it, its late and time to go to sleep, but it quietly gnaws at you, you feel this need so deep
There's only one thing for it, only one thing you can do, reaching for your toy box that's always close to you
Out comes the toy you love, he never fails to hit the spot, he's big, sleek and sexy, you use him quite a lot
You love to hear his dulcet tones, as he starts to throb and hum, you get him wet with your spit, by now you want to cum
Running him across your mouth, you give him a sensual lick, you plunge him deep inside yourself, your favourite rubber dick
Gliding him back and forth, your hips move keeping perfect time, he is your favourite go to toy, you think he is devine
Reaching all the spots you need, with speeds from one to ten, guaranteed to make you cum real hard, then he'll make you cum again
He loves you undeniably, he comes with no baggage or mans needs, you can put him away after, to treat just as you please
Hell he is better than any man, he's always ready for a fuck, no chatting or dating bullshit, you can't believe your luck
Constantly hard and ready no need to put on make up or go change, he only need fresh batteries, in minutes they are changed
So sorry boys you're out of luck, you'll never replace her favourite toy, alwsys so dependable, he is her only boy
THE KINKY POET