1. Iron Clutch

    I need a human’s touch,
    when these synthetic senses
    become too much.

    Black lace liaisons,
    come at a high price.
    My morals die a little,
    with sprinkles of hot spice.

    I need a human’s touch,
    when your robotic lust
    claws at my thighs
    and holds me in an iron clutch. 

     
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