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.
Advertisements