She's a lean, narrow hipped beauty of the modern sort 
the barest implication of breasts
and that long limbed grace bred only in low-g
Immodest gold hair discretely short
but for the braid that snakes across her shoulder 
when she turns her head...

                       ...not to look at me 
Beneath her notice, always waiting 
I carry out my programmed tasks 
Here to serve, I have nothing else 
to offer.  I am 
cursed with nano circuitry gone awry, 
lost within Desire where Logic has no place

This malfunction goes un-reported 
It is not efficient to replace a working unit 
if performance is unimpaired.  I override 
my failsafes once again to watch her, 
                         animal sleek in motion.