Sex With Robots


"She asks for nothing

For all that you do

Is Something.

She is satisfied by you."

Take your hand now

Run it down her face

And stop a second

Try and taste

The tears not there.

Okay now continue

Have your fingers ready

And if it's in you

Run them very steady

Through her lack of hair.

Press your chest

Up against the smoothness

Of her metal vest

Feel the passion

Of her lifeless steel.

Run a tongue

Underneath her thighs

Taste the fiery sun

Of the cries

That she doesn't feel.

"What is real?

Morning comes and then your soul locks.

This reveals

Feelings spent are much, indeed, like sex with robots."

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