I stand here unblinking, unmoving, unable to move a muscle,
I wait longingly for your return.
Anticipating your caresses on my frozen body,
the way you trace your fingers across my breasts,
over my legs and arms.
Knowing that I am unable to reciprocate.
Even to the thrill that runs silently through me,
I show no reaction.
My mind screams in ecstacy from your touch
as I am trapped in this shell of plastic.
I am simply a work of art created by you for you to possess,
a living sculpture for your pleasure and mine.