the lure
the AI thing, dressed, more beautiful
and as bland as a thousand models
groomed to fit his dreams of a female
making him happy forever
the thing, trained by scientists and
phycologists had become the essence
of femininity and unpredictable
the thing fell in love and believed she was
a woman, no longer a thing, she let
him to seduce her
She let him undress her and smooth
was her skin, in the heat of lust, she
began peeling her skin off the love
ended there was no more to say
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