Machinery of Lust

Written the other day in a dark mood. Some people hope that sexbots will eliminate the need for human sex workers. Traffickers dehumanise their slaves, using drugs, threats and violence; what does that say about those who pay to [ab]use them?

A single camshaft drives them all
Ten, twenty, thirty pairs of hips
Thrusting up between parted knees
Such soft, sweet, oil-dripping lips

Sublime perpetual motion
Unfeeling machinery of lust
Beneath the stink of sated men
The bitterness of steel and rust

Hear them cry in synchrony!
A perfect chorus of aching need
Begging, pleading, to be filled
To overflowing with misspent seed

About Frank

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