Best Pygmalion Poems

As an aperitif to understand the essence of thought
Blood of a young tortoise touched my lips
Seldom as it is - pure ichor – I whisper’d in a trot
Let me get drunk on it while deifying the lunar eclipse
That is what I deserve, that is what...

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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...

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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...

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