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        
       
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A very special thank you to Johnny Blaze for the drawing xo