by Being True

You work my body so well that I think you made it.
Blueprints are out no more debating.
Laying out what you want like a foundation.
molding me as if I was claymation.

You let no one else lay these bricks.
Making sure each one is level.
Making me near perfect.

You press me in where you want curves.
You need to be sure that your tongue can touch every nerve.
A smile has come on your face
as you thinking about making the perfect mate.

You look down your checklist.
Making sure that the ass and breast were not missed.
You go into your box and get the part that you had passed.
You put my heart in.
Eyes are open now.
I'm yours at last.

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