Her lips are lush and soft and wet and pink.
My tongue explores until it finds some wires.
At such a moment, everyone enquires
'My darling, what the fuck?' 'Not what you think'
she says, 'not what it looks like.' But it's true
she lies a little just to keep me calm
then takes apart a panel in her arm.
Inside there's lights and dials. A taser too
so she could paralyze me with a pinch
if she should want to. They're here to observe.
I should have known from the too-perfect curve
of her arched eyebrow. Every single inch
is engineered to please. And so we screw.
She tells me, that for flesh, I'm quite good too.