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sunshine jen: The Vibrator Poem



A vibrator has no arms.
A vibrator has no legs.
A vibrator has no mouth to kiss ya all over.
No fingers to tickle.
No tongue to lick ya.
A vibrator is not a body.
It can not hold ya.
You gotta hold it.
A vibrator can not breathe.
It can not sigh.
It can not cry.
It only hums.
A steady whiney hum
Hmmmmmmmm.
A vibrator does not talk
It can not tell you what it wants
Or what it wants to do.
A vibrator has no eyes.
It can not look at you
Or through you
And whisper 'beautiful'.







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