She is not calm till sheathed within    Her black constrictive latex skin    From head to toe no flesh exposed    A Rubber Doll to fuck and pose       An eyeless mask engulfs her face    Her features swallowed in its tight embrace    Her breathing heaves, she moans with lust    I polish and buff my latex slut       Custom rigs and racks built to aid her transformation    She'd rather live her life as a household decoration    Paranoid by freedom she prefers her fantasy    To be a sexy chair or table—objectified entirely       She spends her days gagged, plugged, and bound    Electrodes zap her hairless mound    As furniture items in my home    Hung upside down or packed in foam       One day I had her teeth removed    Replaced her lips with an inner tube    Inflated, they fit extra tight    She licks the rubber with delight       [Bass solo: Widener]       [Guitar solo: Martinez]       [Bass solo: Widener]       [Guitar solo: Martinez]       Secure to be a latex object of utility    I augment her condition with intensive surgery    Sightless, she took time to discover how she'd been improved    She climaxed when she realized that her arms had been removed