Clone Dream

I'd love to have a clone.
to fuck, to love, to treat how i want.
to rape with kisses yet hug with pure concern.
to kick in it's teeth, yet wonder and yearn.

i could sleep with it unwillingly, it hasn't a say
i could send it to friends, but with me it would stay.
i could touch it where i wanted, and fill out perverted dreams.
because clones have no soul, and no soul means,

that living is pointless, what aims can you have?
just quiet knowledge that you exist, and nothing like a real life.
just a shallow casing, for a soul that never existed. mind, lungs, heart.
aswell as breasts, vagina and mouth. all human, but not a whim of distaste.
not a soul to care about, not a soul caring about you.

like a doll, just life size, just mine.
just human enough to be a moreso, without a soul of it's own.

I could fuck you and watch you squirm.
Stroke your beautiful face as you stare blankly up to the ceiling,
crying for the soul you don't have with your eyes,
not noting the defiling I bestoy upon you again and again,
never even caring, just submission, because your a clone. souless,
just a fucking clone.

so i could set it free,
but would I?

I could kiss your screams to nothing, and hold your breasts asthough mine.
your nakedness you dont notice, neither do you mine.
like some extra bedding, you bend and fold and turn.
i could have you free as life, i could have you drink my sperm.
  and for your life you would scream, but choke as the sound come up,
so qiuet you remain, as i take what you thought was yours.
yet never NEVER was, not without your soul.
  how could such things be made, such things without divine sparks?
but more why were we made in the first, if such thoughts as these can be conjured?