Love Contrivance (22)

 "Love Contrivance (22)"

Ai started in, at the JACK IN THE BOX of a French Bistro;
Indeed, only grilled chicken marinated in orange juice, nothing but her that was astro--
So far out into the galactic might,
Having a mechanical brain with computerized flight;
Specifically, technological wings of unlimited possibility, and she knew the ethnic slurs,
But I wanted to adorn her in blue-hued sapphire gemstones, and predatory furs;
Alas, I was no match for a love-making machine,
Yet she found faith in my poignant mien,
Knowing my usual thrills were not bodily discharge, like confetti left over after a party;
Plus, my ass could be weirdly wise--a non-potty mouth, though a bit bizarrely naughty.