I, Sex Doll

a sonnet by Dan Standing

Now I wait. Naked. Open. Spread. Helpless.
This is what I wanted, right? Made for sex.
Silicon. Rubbery skin to caress.
I asked for my roommate to cast this hex.

Failing classes. Always fucking; craving.
He’d grab my ass, slip me on; suck my breasts.
Then he left me, so I tried out behaving.
I was still horny, no mind for the tests.

Wanted life of wanton lust without loss,
Asked magic friend to change my very core,
Conscious now in rubber with a high gloss,
Aching orifices that never sore.

Exists only for sex; no need of love,
Dolly waits now; will fit you like a glove.