Call me when you can hear me,
Visit when you can see,
Touch me when you can feel me,
Inhale and you can scent me but
Come to me when less petrified.

You've held me and dropped me,
Cold on the ground used up.

*** toy, Doll!

I wanted to be so much more.
Bit on the side, the other "woman!"

But I wanted to be so much more. Cold, used up, on the floor again reduced to be your faithful *****?

Call me when you comprehend my words,
Lay with me when you can finally see me,
You can touch me all over when you feel me,
Become intoxicated when you finally smell me,
Like Galatea I come to life in your arms, don't leave me petrified.