Susan's hand wraps about me;
Moves me just the way she likes.
Covers me in slippery lube;
To keep her grip, she holds me tight.

Rubs me on her wanting flesh;
Knows I'll give her what she needs.
Anytime she wants, she has me.
Her desire's hunger feeds

On what I have to give her;
Hardness, movement, teasing joy.
No flesh has all I have to offer;
I'm her favorite buzzing toy!