Always at his beck and call,
Excuse of a human- this blow-up doll
She talks as well, but you don’t hear her at all
Alas! She is nothing more than his blow-up doll.
She loves him so much, so she complies,
She can’t get her voice across, hard as she tries.
He loves her too- he never once lies
His demands are simple- but every night she cries.
Within, her true form is a bundle of pain,
Open wounds bleed profusely, again and again.
No way to stop it, she drowns in the rain
And emerges once more, hoping for change.
Scars from everyone, cut into her skin,
She bleeds, but you don’t see it- its buried deep within
He won’t ever know how things could have been,
He never tried to understand, just like her kith and kin.
She couldn’t really blame him-it was not his fault at all
How was he supposed to get though her impregnable wall?
And so this love story like all others, would rise and eventually fall,
She was never meant to be more than a blow-up doll.
Like all men before him, he had his fun,
He plundered the doll and left, once he was done.
It’s just another scar, she told herself, just another one.
She bled profusely-bleed for everyone.
I’ve owned a sex doll before. Between relationships, I got curious about that side of my sexuality. I found a cheap one for $824 on https://hotsexydolls.com. She was a brunette. B-cups. Athletic. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteSex with my doll was great. I acquired some accessories, and we sailed away to paradise. Love with a doll doesn’t replace a partner. But it relieves a lot of stress. I enjoyed my artificial sex a great deal.
Exploring my sexuality with a doll was probably more ethical than entangling someone in a relationship I didn’t intend to maintain. At the time, I just needed sex. No conversations. No date nights. Just an aesthetically pleasing body. Nothing else. No complications.