A/N: Uh, something I wrote about a month back. Rather rough, written in a thirty minute time frame. Tell me what you think.

Cybernetic Infatuation

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O passion! A flaming reverence to my passion! I bow, inflamed, wreathed in the fiery maelstrom of passion. There is fire, and fire ruins. Flesh-things will smolder and turn to grotesque parodies of what they once were. In ecstasy, I fizzle and pop and die and turn to melt and ashes.

This was a fated cataclysm.

Now,

Rebirth through a body crafted with cold steel, all feminine curves borne and molded to rival a statue, no longer swaying and dipping like a wily river. No longer human.

Reality is lost to the machine. I short-circuit into my hologram fantasy land, images of that which bore ruination dancing across my harddrive in curlicues of binary.

Let me be your synthetic lover!

But I'm still real, tangible! Don't tell me I'm not. I continue to flutter your existence, glimmering metal fingertips reaching out. Make my body your temple; make me your artificial goddess!

My face is unable to express my innermost emotions processing in digital 1's and 0's. Oily tears drip from my unblinking LED eyes thinking about all that could have been when you turn from me.

Organs and muscle and tissue are not made for robotics. You aren't made for me anymore. Were you ever?

I prostrate myself before you, stripped and humbled of all the human pride and deviltry that corrupted my being.

My lips are silver and unyielding but I would still kiss you with them if you would only have me.

Touch me and see: I'm still warm. Caress my platinum skin. My passion is not yet spent!

Let me be your electro bride!