I'M Almost Twenty Poem by James McLain

Feelings not enough I am lacking.
This situation was reaching a stalemate.
I wanted to go much deeper.
Like on that reality show the one where.
But he would not risk.
My urges is primal hurting me.
I reached around his compromise.
I have a very flexible vibrator,
slightly more pliable than the real thing.
Though one is not as long enough but ribbed.
And we waste a lot of rubber
more in May than late October.
Be I but he
decided that I should penetrate myself.
This new vibrator
and see how far I could go,
without hurting myself.
The reasoning being this of course
where have you been?
That the new vibrators
when squeezed at the base
squirt out the top.
And that I was in control,
and could stop instantly.
If he said I felt discomfort.
There wasn't any
and I'm not pregnant and I'm almost twenty.