Pygmalion
He had a Galatea named Deidre.
His plastic inamorata.
Considering his advanced age
she was also his Lolita.
Together, they canoodled in secret.
Time passed,
it began to dawn upon him,
that Deidre’s sexual demands
grew ever 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 around,
like a doll.
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