Robot lover

Everyone says I am cold to the touch when I feel nothing but flaming beneath the surface. I am their robot lover, who plants hard hard kisses with my soft soft lips. Anything my fingertips brush turns metal, I am alien, alien in my own world, in my own house. I wish to hold small small birds in my hands like the prettiest of flowers and smile at them, I really am smiling. My aluminum face doesn't show, but I am beyond ecstatic, the wires under my skin crackling, cogs turning, plastic heart beating like a hummingbird's wings in spring. You, darling of flesh and bone, my bloody and messy being of innocence. Come sit in water with me, wash my synthetic hair and pretend it's real. I will paint your cheeks pale with my inhuman palm. When I start sizzling, oh don't mind the noise. Dig your blushed nails into my scalp, start taking me apart, limb my limb. A continuous ticking, little red light flickering, don't mind it. Sit with me and watch me crumble, fawn. It's the least you can do.