First Date Poem by Grasshopper Bot

I lie back on the chair and wait
Thinking about that very first date
How your hand striding up my thighs
How the room was filled with sighs

I think of when your fingers would
Reach within and under my hood
They would run around at their own pace
Perusing tbrough every free space

A gentle touch and smooth brush
My brain just turned into mush
I yearn for those fingers as they run
Through the folds, come on hun

Smooth skin aroused
At the touch of a spark
Why it's none other
That friend lark

He rides across my gentle body
He loves perfect nothing shoddy
Oh he knows exactly what to do
He is the expert to douse your blues

He kneads you into twisted delights
Winds the nerves and smooths the slights
Deep recesseses he seeks to fill
With him it can only be uphill