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Machines of Loving Grace // Betty Scott

"[These poems] are made only of words, phrases, and fragments taken from sex toy sales copy. They are intended to be read as a group or in groups rather than one at a time." -Betty Scott

Machines of Loving Grace

1

lifelike godlike

beyond anything humanly possible

a spine like memory foam

plus it has a sense of humor

this silken soft sturdy hero

2

it offers comfort amplified

complete with warm skin

intricately sculpted with

bursting veins and muscles like

a bodybuilder would have

3

resembling an accordion

its discreet enhancement

got the moves

it won’t have to fumble

it’s a knight in shining armor

4

with trembling fingertips

probe the curved tab

rotating and squirmy yet

offering a hands-free hold

oh the shimmery pearl beast

5

scentless tasteless

puffy arms extend to

tell you high praise

and form a complete snuggle blanket

a crazy appreciation bear hug

6

hollow inside with long ticklers

jumping harmonious effectively engineered

transmits effective vibration under

a skin-like surface

your backlit soda shop partner

7

two motor dream jelly and

pliable dots line nonporous eggs

the ergonomic lavender is

more than a man

a cliché wildcat buzzing with talent

8

become great friends

develop imagination without sacrifice

weighted and shaped ideally

to maintain the fantasy

pick this purple star

9

temperature contrast

and first time spice

when you flex backwards

you’ll fall in love with

a maximum trust partner

10

it can safely be worn for hours at a time

even with the glow in the dark addition

hand blown glass with gripping factor 20

and versatile wiggle is a rare find

like a small malleable woman

11

experience an original sensation

slipping away in the shower

with an overly silken memory chip

a mind glides across hot water

the emperor shudders

//

Betty Scott is a lifelong Illinoisan who writes book reviews, poetry, and fiction. Her work has appeared in publications such as Books & Whatnot, Three Percent, Literary Orphans, and Slipstream.

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