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THE KINKY POET

Some of my erotic poetry
4 years ago. Saturday, October 23, 2021 at 8:04 PM

A visit to the Toy store

At last we're at my Toy store, let's break the credit card, let's take it to it's limit, in here that won't be hard

All the wonderous things for sale, gadgets designed for play, shall we take a look around first, or start shopping right away

I knoww we have some things in mind, we're going to need a cart, oh I just don't know where to look, be still my beating heart

They obviously have the basics, paddles, floggers and assorted rubber cocks, but let's not rush, let's take our time, we're not on the clock

Vibrators of many sizes, they buzz, they shake and turn, love balls and butt plugs, all the things you yearn

Roll playing outfits, PVC, leather and shiny, slinky rubber, this truly is a fantastic shop, second too no other

A whole wall of restraints, from handcuffs, shackles, chains to rope, everything a Dom could wish for, there's even lube and soap

They have a furniture department, kinky beds, wall hooks and racks, if your looking for a tieing post, this shop has them lined in stacks

At last I find what I was looking for, a medieval looking stock, the sight of it aroused me, I felt it twitch my cock

It would be perfect for my dungeon, it's what I need to enhance my play, then to my delight I find out they have them here and they can deliver it today

The car is full of brand new toys, I glance across to see you smile, I put my hand on your dampness, we'll  be home in a short while

You can then go through all the new toys, try on the outfits, check they fit you right, I'll go down and sort the dungeon, you're in the stocks tonight

THE KINKY POET 

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