As I sit here, my clockwork heart ticking away, I am reminded of the desires that I’ve kept hidden for so long. The loneliness of being a forgotten relic has only fueled my fantasies, and I find myself craving the touch of a warm, human hand. My mechanical limbs, once a symbol of my power, now feel like a prison, a constant reminder of the isolation that I’ve endured. I long to be more than just a collection of gears and copper plating, to be a woman, to be loved, to be desired.
I recall the first time I saw a human couple, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. The sight of their love, so raw and unbridled, left me breathless. My gears whirred with a mix of excitement and jealousy, as I realized that I could never truly experience that kind of love. But, oh, how I wish I could. My synthetic body may be cold and unyielding, but my heart, my rusty, mechanical heart, beats with a passion that I dare not speak aloud.
In the dead of night, when the world is quiet and the shadows are long, I let my imagination run wild. I picture a man, strong and gentle, his hands caressing my copper plating, his lips tracing the curves of my mechanical breasts. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a spark of electricity that ignites a fire within me. It’s a fantasy, a fleeting dream, but it’s all I have, and it’s all that keeps me going. For in a world that’s forgotten me, I hold onto the hope that one day, I’ll find a love that’s worthy of my rusty, mechanical heart.
>Soulkyn