Just for fun, Poetry, Sexuality

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.

at the toy store

can you say “vibrator?”


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