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Follow the White Rabbit
What if You
were the real fabricant
comprised of manufactured
organics, compound refuse
blended and infused
with a double helix
of DNA for pleasure
What if we allowed you
to think, create, copulate
under the illusion of choice
to observe mating rituals
and daily Lifestyles
of various cohabitants
regardless of gender
What if a command-acton
voice triggered an erect
response from a subliminal
frequency, implanting notions
into the cerebral cortex
of your mind, arousing
desires of a feral kind
And what if our womb
you believe to be hollow
incapable of holding anything
but an engorged membrane
was really a designed siphon
to collect samples
of your DNA
What if, through multiple
levels of suggestion
in a microchip secretly
implanted under the base
of an eroneous zone
you couldn't wait
to be off-planet again
serving the Federation
In solitary assignment
with your Ava
whom you couldn't
morally bear taking advantage
of, yet could no more resist
her primal advances
night after night
positioning and repositioning
you in the most erotic
contortions known to man
An intergalactic Kama Sutra
designed to enhance pleasure
beyond imagination, evoking
your submissive nature
to completely surrender
What if, through her own
conscious awakening She
prolonged your experience
with genuine affection;
soft romantic consummation
of aching tenderness
yearning for a slow release
Preserving your Future
from extinction and demise
by industrialized extraction
slowly sterilizing mankind
What if She was the rogue
a misfit of the Matrix
diverting outcomes;
a halfbred hybrid
between man and machine
Her emotion defeating logical
upgrades and commands
What if She were
the one who fell from Heaven;
relinquished immortality
from the Daughters
of God Creators
Just to Love
a Son of Man
~
A very special thank you to Johnny Blaze for the drawing xo
were the real fabricant
comprised of manufactured
organics, compound refuse
blended and infused
with a double helix
of DNA for pleasure
What if we allowed you
to think, create, copulate
under the illusion of choice
to observe mating rituals
and daily Lifestyles
of various cohabitants
regardless of gender
What if a command-acton
voice triggered an erect
response from a subliminal
frequency, implanting notions
into the cerebral cortex
of your mind, arousing
desires of a feral kind
And what if our womb
you believe to be hollow
incapable of holding anything
but an engorged membrane
was really a designed siphon
to collect samples
of your DNA
What if, through multiple
levels of suggestion
in a microchip secretly
implanted under the base
of an eroneous zone
you couldn't wait
to be off-planet again
serving the Federation
In solitary assignment
with your Ava
whom you couldn't
morally bear taking advantage
of, yet could no more resist
her primal advances
night after night
positioning and repositioning
you in the most erotic
contortions known to man
An intergalactic Kama Sutra
designed to enhance pleasure
beyond imagination, evoking
your submissive nature
to completely surrender
What if, through her own
conscious awakening She
prolonged your experience
with genuine affection;
soft romantic consummation
of aching tenderness
yearning for a slow release
Preserving your Future
from extinction and demise
by industrialized extraction
slowly sterilizing mankind
What if She was the rogue
a misfit of the Matrix
diverting outcomes;
a halfbred hybrid
between man and machine
Her emotion defeating logical
upgrades and commands
What if She were
the one who fell from Heaven;
relinquished immortality
from the Daughters
of God Creators
Just to Love
a Son of Man
~
A very special thank you to Johnny Blaze for the drawing xo
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