Love magic
Throbs the pulsing love gadget
Sobs to give you glee
It’s slick glistening “pre”
Awaiting thee, thy touch
Offering ye mons relief… much
This ultimate joy
This magic-gadget toy
Ahh the ache
Tis my heart quake
To await, for our sake
This union of girl and boy
Guide me true
My boy-toy given you
Wetted blissful dew
Our mingled eros stew
My sense of you
Deeply explored
Embrace therefore
Thick, this dick, adore!
Lay waiting wet
Prepared, wide set
A feast awaits
No more insatiate
So dry thy tears
My arrow’s fate
To satiate
Your yearning gate
A girthful gadget
For mirthful minx
She gives her nod
He gives his wink…
And in her wetted, gadget sinks.
