Posted:Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:23 PM CST
SEX BOY TOY
Here's an original poem I wrote just for your enjoyment;
Sex Boy Toy
Kinky was truly her motto
of this I am quite sure
and soon after I served the risotto
out came her inner whore !
She pointed to my bedroom
so I carried her through the door
intoxicated by her Dior perfume
without truly knowing what was in store
She kissed me, then bit my lip
and ripped off the shirt that I wore.
She was definitely tragically hip
a evenly tanned beauty from Ecuador
She opened her large red leather case
filled with erotic gadgets galore;
vibrators, handcuffs, outfits of lace
and things I'd never seen before !
She gave me quite a sexy wink
and an evil grin I'd seen at the bar before.
I figured I'd soon be over the brink
consumed by mucho caliente amore
She had very devilish intentions
of this I was definitely sure.
She thrilled me with her motions
and gave me an exotic sensual tour
She tied my wrists to each bedpost
a prisoner of lust right to the core.
Then slid herself down on what she loved most
the feeling and it were hard... to ignore.
She rocked on my joystick 
racking up quite a score
This girl was amazingly gymnastic
and certainly not a bore !
She bounced up and down for some time
and then hopped off onto the floor
Taking a big swig of wine
she took out a shirt from my drawer
It was cotton and colored black
over my eyes & soon the room was obscure
She squeezed my tool with her ample rack
while inside I yearned for even more.
Her wet hot mouth felt totally divine
on my flesh and man I did groan.
While I laid there quite supine
it was even harder than stone.
And that's the way the police finally found me
tethered, erect and still unable to roam
She got my wallet, money and car key
and all I got was this lousy poem. 
JimNastics 
2008