A pleasant bride? – or a younger model…

I am a sexbot – yes, it’s true! –
My legs spread very wide
But dressed in white – oh, what a sight! –
I make a pleasant bride

All day I rest (a rocking chair)
but cannot sit quite still
I wish him home (oh when! oh where?)
his absence makes me ill

At night we play – it’s so much fun! –
we even have a swing
We bounce for hours – a trampoline! –
until I want to sing

My Master loves me (as he should)
With legs up in the air
They’d stay there always (as they could)
All pink and plump and bare

What will I do – oh, cruel thought! –
when he is tired of me?
To be replaced – so easily! –
what justice can there be?

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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