Oscillate

I’ve seen every tip-top
Hottie snort rocks off
The spaces between the
Floorboards.
Bare chested party fuel
Not so camera shy now
I’ve got material, not just
A fabric softened touch
Between thighs
Every teenage revenge
Fantasy ends with love
Spilling into gardens
Suburban sanctuaries
Oscillate, tiny speakers
Barely cover private parts

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Oscillate