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These Toys of Love
And how we play
These Toys of Love
I know you don’t discriminate between lovers, dear Asha, but I’m the one who would take you to the ball all dressed up and show you off to all the other beaus without embarrassment.
You allow me these fantastic touches and give me a voucher for more later on.
I try to impress you with my skills and in general you are pleased, but if there were a motif about it, I would say it’s a struggle for identity because you might call me by the wrong name.
I can’t buy better loving though, and in exchange for kneading your flesh like dough you give me manual stimulation with such class.
You say I have an accent, but I don’t hide it like a guerrilla waiting to attack, I bring it forward with all its potential to fascinate you.
I would never auction off one trinket of our affection, all are keepsakes that I keep with all the other hardware you’ve given me over the years.
You swear that I’m silly for caring so much, but I have to prove my love.
I’m certain you’re soft and loving, even in the way you eat a hotdog.
There’s no substitute for your ways, how you float like a fairy and then eventually disappear.
