Pygmalion And The Statue by Ovid

A woman I loved but she turned against me
all of them actually
no more do I seek their lies and deceit
instead creating a most marvelous feminine marble carving

I look into her eyes chiseled lust
I must possess her
moved into my bedroom chamber
hair imaginary-amber
held in my arms we breathe together

Won’t you be the real thing?
No, that would defeat the purpose
of having escaped consequence
for the sake of stoned-sense