Zing!  Zing! Zing

I felt it it buzz in my head

Flip! Flap! Flip

Thinking it was on my skin

No!  I couldn’t place a finger on it

Degeneration of generational thongs

Mainstream of activities in the bewildered

Ouch! it prickled my sensitivity

Awful pins and needles

Ejaculating my sensations back to life

Tinging me for the callipygian ideal

Asking me to move in the rythm

Vibrating me to be sultry

Comfy?

Care-less, as long as it is as it is

It zings out the  bumpy thing behind me.