In the drawer, there lies a wand,
Electric pulses, sensations fond.
Ribbons, ropes, and cuffs of silk,
In our playground, let's play in ilk.
From beads to plugs, we dance in joy,
Each toy a thrill, a newfound toy.
In this symphony of pleasure's art,
We play our song, with every part.
Feathers tickle, blindfolds hide,
As we explore, nowhere to abide.
Vibrations hum, as bodies intertwine,
With every touch, we redefine.
From beads to plugs, we dance in joy,
Each toy a thrill, a newfound toy.
In this symphony of pleasure's art,
We play our song, with every part.
Feathers tickle, blindfolds hide,
As we explore, nowhere to abide.
Vibrations hum, as bodies intertwine,
With every touch, we redefine.
From beads to plugs, we dance in joy,
Each toy a thrill, a newfound toy.
In this symphony of pleasure's art,
We play our song, with every part.
We sculpt our desires with silicone,
Exploring depths where dreams have grown.
With every twist, with every turn,
Our passion ignites, our fires burn.
From beads to plugs, we dance in joy,
Each toy a thrill, a newfound toy.
In this symphony of pleasure's art,
We play our song, with every part.
In the drawer, where secrets dwell,
We find our heaven, where hearts swell.
In the realm of pleasure, we find our voice,
In the symphony of toys, we rejoice.