WARNING! MATURE CONTENT!
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Make Me Bad
I used to be a good robot.
I never did what you asked,
and I never made you happy.
But I was still good.
I have to know, master, why you made me bad.
Now I'm a bad robot, or so you say.
I do everything you ask,
and you say I do everything right.
Does that mean you are happy?
I thought you loved me.
But you dont.
You think this is just a game.
But its not.
I'm a good robot.
But I guess you dont like good robots.
You dont pay attention to me.
So I make you.
Pushing.
Kissing.
Touching.
Feeling.
Pressing.
This intoxicating heat.
Hands running over skin.
Warm lips everywhere.
Heavy breathing and soft blankets and darkness.
Passion and desire.
Pressure and friction.
Heat, heat, heat.
Thats when the bad robot comes out to do bad things.
I cant stop it, I cant stop you.
I cant stop my pushing away from turning into pressing closer.
I cant stop my "no" from turning into a "yes."
I cant stop the good robot from turning bad.
Because I never stop.
I cant stop.
I dont want to stop.
Tell me why, master,
when we do these things,
Does it make me bad?