Playtime Barbie

Kevin Michael Bloor

You could say I’m a naughty boy
to treat my girlfriend like a toy.
Like Barbie Doll, with long blonde hair
or private Geisha, Slash, Au pair.

But I don’t think I do presume
when we’re alone in Barbie’s room,
when I insist, she dress to please
with sexy style not frumpy sleaze.

I sup cold beer - she cooks and waits
with food, kept warm, along with plates.
For lover boy works hard. So, should
expect his Barbie to make good,

and entertain him with a smile
in sexy lingerie and style.
(The old-style Barbie is the best
Before tattoos and feisty zest.)

With sugar lips, my Barbie toy
should stay compliant for her boy.
Should spice it up, yet stay demure,
attracting me with her allure.

Though I have needs, that must be met,
I sometimes, to my cost, forget
that sugar can’t be mine on tap
without the risk of Barbie slap.

I am a naughty boy, I know
But I do love my Barbie so!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2022 04:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: For my lovely Playtime Barbie, Lorraine... and for fun
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 18
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