Intangible Parts of Me.

The woman that I build will be constructed from the
intangible parts of me.
The everlasting prototype machine every woman
could only wish to be.
Her sensors will feel my heat and shock the heart that beats beneath her thin sheets of fabricated skin sending signals within her cables and wires that burn like incandescent fires.
Basically, I want to fall in love with another me
so I'll pull from the blood of me and fill her like muddy streams
And her passions will scream the way silence seems to fill my dreams.
I will give her a basic idea of love because it is more thrilling to expand the capacity thereof with two rather than the methods of tried and true.
[Her systems will suddenly shut when I speak
a silent statement such as "I'd die for you."]
The deep penetration of my thoughts and theories
will be sex to her and only she can climax to my wisdom.
Her gears will never cease to shift because
my love for her will never cease to exist.
The woman that I build will be constructed from the
intangible parts of me.
The everlasting prototype machine no real woman
could ever evolve to be.