Neither Our Demand

I like watching my pink substitute slide into your cunt.

I love hearing you moan, enjoying the moment.

I adore the times that you jerk into bliss.

That orgasmic smile, that look of shock as you get your fix.

I hate that I’m not there in place with my cock.

I despise that a toy gives some of what I’ve got.

I abhor that I’ll substitute you with my hand.

For neither are the real thing which we demand.