Deus Sex Machina

by Betsy Mars

You turn her on to turn you on.

Adjust her chin, select her lips

for the most seductive pout.

Large eyes downcast or direct,

noses in harmonious variations.

Her Scottish lilt, with just the right degree

of demure sophistication.

31 faces guaranteed to ease

any lingering trepidation.

She’s oiled like a fine machine

to owner specifications –

use a condom to keep her clean

from any bodily secretions.

Titillating, sparkling wit, scripted to arouse;

14 kinds of labia your erection to house;

perky breasts or pendulous, a number of selections

of body types to choose for mix and match perfection.

You’ll give lip service to her lip service, verbal

strokes to her smooth stroke – she’s gripping

as you slip into the ease with which

there’s no emotional interaction in your action.

No risk of dis-ease or rejection.

No mockery of your cockery

or chance of infection.

Place your order now, satisfaction

guaranteed. You have no skin in this game.

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"Deus Sex Machina" was written in response to a news article about a sex robot named Harmony. Here is a link to the article: https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2017/apr/27/race-to-build-world-first-sex-robot

Betsy Mars is a southern California poet who is in a perpetual battle with change – finally coming to some kind of a truce, and at times even love and acceptance. She is an educator, mother, animal lover, and over-excited traveler. Her poetry has been published in a number of places, both online and in print, most recently in Sheila-Na-Gig, The Ekphrastic Review, and Red Wolf Journal. Writing has given her a means to explore her preoccupation with mortality and her evolving sense of self.