ode to a little #pink bullet
In spring 2019, I visited an adult toy store for the first time in years. I’m not in the least bit embarrassed about being in a sex shop — I worked in one in my twenties — but I just hadn’t had the need for one in a long time.
The visit was to procure a new vibrator, the egg-shaped one I’d had for ages having finally given up the ghost. The trip was a great success. I got two new vibes, one of which was a nifty, bullet-shaped, light pink, rechargeable model about the size of my thumb. It was the cat’s meow.
Sadly, about six months later, I dropped the little pink bullet on the floor, and it stopped working properly. Overcome with grief, I wrote a poem in its honour. I thought now might be a good time to share the little ditty and put a smile on readers’ faces #justforfun
ode to a little #pink bullet
© 2019 punkie
ode to a little #pink bullet
rest in peace little bullet
my tiny pink vibe
my heart is so broken
now that you’ve up and died
you didn’t need batteries
could be charged in a flash
but you fell from the bed
hit the floor with a crash
now the parts at your core
the ones that once raced
have slowed to a crawl
a snail’s torpid pace
woe is me little friend
that simply won’t do
it leaves me frustrated
in a climax-free stew
i miss you already
as i lay you to rest
and try to make do
with one second best
but i’ll always remember
our moments together
and forever will treasure
the gift of such pleasure
© 2019 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.
