Robophilia
He greets her at the end of each day
with an accepting expression on his face
Holding the door, pouring the wine
setting the table so they can dine
Listening to her talk about work
Asking all the right questions
Rubbing her tired and aching feet
Offering her the very best seat
Placing on the coffee table
something delicate and sweet to eat
He tells her everything she needs to hear
Providing reassurance to calm her fears
They laugh at all the same jokes
Watch all the same shows
Their taste in music a perfect match
and between them they can hatch
the most exciting things to do
Planning a trip to an exotic location
Both with equal anticipation
He runs her bath, warm and delicious
Helps her choose what to wear tomorrow
Provides advice when she expresses sorrow
Plumps up her pillow and pulls down the shades
Turns on the dim lights and holds her tight
Make a wish he whispers in her ear
Pulling her close, holding her near
I want a repeat of last night, my dear
He’s cold to the touch but that’s okay
She’s learned to like her love that way
Because whatever she wants
He’s programmed to never deny
And most important of all
His eyes lack lies
She’s tried human companions before
Maybe as many as four or more
But her attraction was fake
Even though they both would take
Whatever they needed
In the end she always receded
Into the background of their
Theatrical production
Egos in strident competition
Neither interested in voluntary reduction
And so it ended always the same
No actual winners in a losing game
Until he came along with a receipt
A friend and a lover complete
With an instruction manual
and a guarantee
To be everything she needed him to be
Modern life had finally delivered
A fetish worth her time
A man worth her hard earned money
Metal and plastic dripping in honey
A constant companion that needed nothing
Except an occasional upgrade.
© TeresaRoberts 2017
Author’s notes: Will robot sex be the trend in the future?
Teresa is an author and professional mythbuster. You can find her books on Amazon.
