He weeps...


Build me the perfect woman the animator once said/
With the spirit of a rebal and defiance on her head/
An isolated intellec, looking deeper into every spec/
Anger dialated w/no regrets, shrouded in doubt in all respects/

!/3 of her through the animator gazed...His dream almost true...

Soft velvetly broonze skin, warm to the touch, and as intoxicating as Gin/
House her a heart, bare skin made of sin, lovely indeed "Animator" said w/a grin/
Drape her in braided lok's of radiant hair, no need for clothing, and a reason to stare/
Involved with his work, the Animator's despair, lost in her curves yet emotionaly bare.../

2/3's of her finished, the animators illness has completey diminished...

A solid foundation, built for gyration such a splendid creation, a total elation/
Firm, taut and cat like when she walks, perfection disgned beyond human correction/
Magnificense in metalic significanse, Displaying ASSets in FULL apperance/
A natural aliance and lustfull adherance, man unto woman, as life unto experience, the animators only ignorance.../

Now complete...the animator sit's there and weeps....

~Reminder~

In the life that we "build" nothing is for "KEEPS"....

He weeps....

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