Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: sex, orgasm, dildo, poem, hairbrush
me and my hairbrush
i dont have a long hair,
but, to long for a hairbrush is fair;
the bristle part had not much i need,
more than the handle part can give.
it's actually a kind of comb,
that could be used near the womb.
some parts are made for drying moist hair,
and there are part for wetting moist lair;
it's a thing as innocent as can be,
but like heroes it has a naughty history;
and i thought that i know all the things it can do,
till come a day, that i lost my beloved dildo.
so, i found some hairbrush is bought,
not for its strong bristles, i thought,
but for its sleek ang ribbed handles,
and because i found what it fondles.
i brush my hair in the open, you can see,
but i love its handle more in privacy;
now, i use my hairbrush with more enthusiasm,
to have a wavy hair and orgasm.
tho, i dont have a long hair,
to long for a hairbrush is fair;
tho the bristle part had not much to give,
the naughty handle knows what i need.