I love your titanium hands,

Their temperate touch

Have my sensors scan

A way to lust and laser burn

My designation in your energy core.


My systems are directed to you

They are on alert,

To program pleasure

Where it wasn’t before

You’re making sounds

You didn’t before,

Calling on databases

Of bird calls in mating season.


Expressing your vast library to me,

The recordings of wild beasts come

Out of your audio box,

I am struck with humanity,

that sexual orientation

is ionic attraction

and I am a creation of nature.

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