come to my         .          women who          
    have built in        n      Internet access  
             world wo side of the mirror
where the fembots flow like wineries
in             the sun ripened   r where the street        
       s are fille     .                   d with femm e fatales      
no room         ants             at the inn        .     clusters        in the starry                  vineyards; angels & shepherd             s gather round the           baby Jesus  or Krishna gopis; in the
baghavadgita th        pick up            her signal                  her wavelength, her station
e shepherds were women s      wireless women
     hepherdesses   to be precis       e             herding goats & sheep
yeh, knowing nothing bu                            t stereotypical behavior thy can be hacked     a & set loose  robot- ****** crowd   educated                         in the city streets                                   on the unwary male populous      
     she          where the           fembots run wild                                 loves the poet in me      
                         just random circuits firing               simulated behavior models    sexbots on their own                looking              no one programs                      them            they've lost the knack                                in her window
                             where she's wet             in lingerie      swirling like a maiden                              at a ball
at the closest chic b      b         outique                 check the closets; she takes too
much time getting undressed
I know who the ***** sl name ti she wants to thh touch the sand w/ her feet so cool & warm I saw ur mom's *** & it was fine; my eyes wept at the wasted beauty on my couch;
ss *** that *** is si eo the thing s so sweet & sweaty t the fruit of her toes;
I'm on midnight duty, give me the baby