A Kind of Pygmalion
He had a Galatea named Deidre.
His plastic inamorata.
Considering his advanced age
she was also his Lolita.
Deidre and he would climax together.
while he played his essential part.
For a while he sparked and enkindled.
Canoodling in domestic bliss,
he would dress her,
paint her toenails, apply makeup;
see to her every need.
It seemed to him
that Deidre’s sexual demands
grew stronger.
He lost sleep, grew weak of limb,
his health failed,
until he could no longer manage
for himself.
In the end
she had to carry him everywhere
like a doll.
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