Affixing a Pole

Affixing a pole for the drain of skin—
Strapping it tight for plungerin'
Where it will go.
She's filling the crack of her Sapphic neighbor
And straps it tight for plungerin':
Wearing d*ldo.
And it really does matter lots if it's long
And tight
It must be quite schlonglike
And very strong.
See that steel pole standin' there—a cold proxy
But it's been in
Her hands and warmed like a petit four.
She's pantin' and zoomin' it into the bay
That ain't for boats or (she hopes) crabbin'.
There it does go.
And it really does matter lots if it's long
And tight
It must be quite schlonglike
And very strong.
Dildy steel pole's past the mound; it's burrowing
And levers her nearly halfway off of the floor.
She raking the spine with her fingers beringed
And withdraws from that pleasure bay,
Where it did "O."