From Anthrobot.
From Anthropo-robot.
Relieved, delirious and audacious
after the draining of my marrow,
I rolled over for a kiss.
I rolled back - what was I to do?
A kiss is amiss - what touch isn't -
when your reliever
is a what not a who?
I anthropomorphized the machine,
ropobotted it,
into the most kissable anthropo
ever seen.
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