Plastic Fantastic

He might well be silent and quiet for days on end.            
But take him out and he lights up any given room,            
Sending me racing to a distant lover my deviant            
mind creates.            
           
My toy boy might be small and plastic this is true
but Oh so big and powerful when energized.            
           
He knows what buttons to press everytime, As I do his            
with experienced fingers.            
           
From slow tangos to high speed sambas we dance hand            
in hand like devoted lovers do, as he slides down low            
gradually sending me to my pinnacle high.            
           
He moves me with pleasure strokes until I surrender to him            
totally, Opening my gates for him to push on through and            
take his pleasurable prize that I give willingly as I lay before        
him as servant to master, For at that moment my toy boy      
lover commands my very soul.            
           
           
He might well be silent and quiet for days on end.            
           
But when desired he rocks my world.