One Night With Barbie

She stares at me with that Botox grin

Shallow blue eyes and lashes of sin

Porn queen plastic with wipe clean skin

I pull up at her house, she invites me in

Her sky blue skirt needs little imagination

Pastel pink top reveals an infatuation

Porno pink heels that glide as she walks

And a delicate voice of erotism as she talks

She’s a peek-a-boo tease on a plastic chair

With an all-over-tan and peroxide blonde hair

Her figure-hugging clothes ignite my desire

While pristine plastic fingers set me on fire

She seduces me with a grin so inviting and kind

Wriggling her perfect plastic, pert behind

Playful and erotic I begin to lose my mind

As pink glossy lips marry with mine

She straddles my lap and gyrates to tease

Provoking a show to put me on my knees

She peels off her blouse and adjusts her breasts

Drops her skirt and insists that I go next

She stands before me with soft seductive eyes

Her long perfect legs with suspenders up to her thighs

She pouts, kisses and pauses on an ‘O’

She trails my waist I wonder how far she will go

Plastic hands undressing me, plastic lips ready to devour me

Am I in a dream or have I fallen into insanity?

As I trace my fingers on prosthetic plastic skin

Peeling off her bra I try to place myself within

And while she implores me to play her wicked game

I pull lace from her thighs to see the horror of our shame

Barbie has no pink, moist, inviting working bits

She’s so turned on but lacking her shiny designer lips

Dedicated to Barbie who was 63 this month, I still would like ;)

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