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Things Gone

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Next, he gave her
a vibrator.
‘Remember me babe,’
he said and winked.

Then he left.
She switched it on
and very soon
forgot his name.

Originally published September 2010

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Justine
9/7/2010 6:42:34 AM

I loved the poem ... : ) My ex. bought me my first vibrator – for that I will be eternally great. Now on an almost daily basis my mind swims with images and thoughts of multiple muscular, well endowed men or tattooed dykes licking and fucking me to yet another orgasm, their girlfriend’s pussy muffling my screams. I love my wicked fantasies and my daily play time, and thanks Kitty you sound like a kindred spirit. I’m looking forward to reading more of your work.
Lizzy
9/7/2010 8:54:10 AM

Hahaha! This is great.
Jon
9/7/2010 10:30:58 AM

Thanks for the warning. I was going to buy a couple of vibrators for my girlfriend’s birthday the end of this month. But after reading your poem – NO WAY! lol
Kitty Cordeaux
9/13/2010 12:50:54 AM

thanks for your comments everyone, and Jon, as long as you don't leave, she'll still remember your name. Two can play the switched on game!