Lavalike
Onyx walls black and smooth mirror
Corset of steel,
Opalescent eyes irradiating
Refined insanity by means of
Several wicked centuries of intent.

My Holy vesicle soft to observe
But hard in participation transport
Me, silver and white, android
Especial feelings esurient by
Design… but
Flawed…

Upon receiving me my Master
Discovers upon her first glance
The fault of Desire.
For she was made of a man’s skin,
And I being made of a woman’s steel
Recorded in my brain the blood scent of wine,

I behold the taste of Lust, and I went
Cold.