Magic Wand Poem by James McLain

The ribbed soft flexible my magic wand.
Gives you an open mouthed, teething massage,
Operated by a ten-speed you switch.
Located on the wand`s base slender handle.

Unlike the others now dust gone away.
Providing thrust and you self now empowered.
Out sourced for those extended short stays.

Laid back and relaxed covered infused oil.
Pure white with light, blue moon is trim.
And a rounded tennis ball sized he vibrates rapidly
and steadily until on the cusp near the verge.
Oh and lest you forget, the strong beading sensations
it feels great on your chest, neck and face.