My Bionic Love-a poem

 
Ah, love beneath a starlit canopy-  
Like a needle bobbing awry
O’er the wobbling lp,
Hurts more than auditory nerve;
I am bionic and love must serve 
That wishy washy part of human;
Along came this fine piece of woman
Complete with controls and panels: 
Her systems were all on the go,
Every kiss, hot and wet she paid back
Measure for measure;
But [...]

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