Ant Smith

Poetry With Video

Plaything

I’m happy to be your plaything

I am your sex toy

It doesn’t demean me

Well it does, but I don’t mind

I love those Psycho moments

When I’m in the shower

Things get slippery underfoot

At your soapy touch

Happy to be your plaything

Happy to be your toy

Happy to be your plaything

Happy to be your toy

You raise me every morning

In your special way

Sometimes I find I’m bound and gagged

And I can’t get away

I admire your expertise

With that thing you hold

If you were a pole dancer

I’d be your pole

Happy to be your plaything

Happy to be your toy

Happy to be your plaything

Happy to be your toy

I love your naked skipping

You jiggle like a whore

You leave me here sweating

And panting out for more

Panting, panting, panting, panting,

Panting out for more

Happy to be your plaything

Happy to be your toy

Happy to be your plaything

Happy to be your toy

I love your dirty looks

And push-up bra

There’s more to you than

Meets the eye

Of those men you taunt

There’s a piece of me you enrage

When I see you flaunt

They may pump your tyres up

But I will ride you home.

Happy to be your plaything

Happy to be your toy

Happy to be your plaything

Happy to be your boy

Poetry With Video