I Want a Pink Silicone Stick...

Alone in my room...
 
Hands inside clam-diggers
 
Behind locked doors
I used to fulfill
a ecstasy of satisfaction
luxuriate in touch of softness
buxom of juicy down under
 
Through dampened cloth
It leaked of needs
 
I revealed and pulled  
exposed of its flesh
took in every sensation
the sight of lust
glistening pink
wet...
 
I used a single tool
with attachments of five
it danced and swirled inside the depth
one...two...three...four...
 
A while of continuation  
repetition in same sessions
 
Simultaneous  stimulation sense a craze
using my own fingers
to appease the hunger
 
But the queen of greed yearns for more...
 
The hole invites further destruction
Her honey pot cries for the dew...
 
 
 

a single pink silicone stick might just do the trick!