Vibrator

Simply sway against the grain…

For I have have no Heart nor Brain.

and tho I simply seem to exist–

Worship is thy game.

 

And beneath the plastic is thy carving…

A work that’s never done.

but press my button and you’ll hear my thunder–

For pleasure is hardly won.

 

Betwixt her thighs I tremble softly..

Her heart a beat or two between.

but Press and let me slide in easy–

And I shall be her king.

 

And when her hole starts to thunder…

Envy shall be your queen.

for I conquer that which can’t be conquered–

A lighting bolt when you’re so gay.

 

—Written by H. Shakespeare

 

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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