| She is not calm till sheathed within
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| Her black constrictive latex skin
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| From head to toe no flesh exposed
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| A Rubber Doll to fuck and pose
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| An eyeless mask engulfs her face
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| Her features swallowed in its tight embrace
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| Her breathing heaves, she moans with lust
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| I polish and buff my latex slut
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| Custom rigs and racks built to aid her transformation
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| She’d rather live her life as a household decoration
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| Paranoid by freedom she prefers her fantasy
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| To be a sexy chair or table—objectified entirely
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| She spends her days gagged, plugged, and bound
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| Electrodes zap her hairless mound
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| As furniture items in my home
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| Hung upside down or packed in foam
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| One day I had her teeth removed
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| Replaced her lips with an inner tube
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| Inflated, they fit extra tight
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| She licks the rubber with delight
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| Secure to be a latex object of utility
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| I augment her condition with intensive surgery
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| Sightless, she took time to discover how she’d been improved
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| She climaxed when she realized that her arms had been removed |