She

She is a doll of personal gain.
She plays the role as you wish.
She is the ice cube of your refrigerator
She melts as you like.

She is the rose of your garden
You can arrange as you want
To ornamentation the Vase
She is the dollar bills of
Your pocked you
Can spend as you wish

She is the slave of yours
With no freedom
She is the machine of your pleasure
You can enjoy it when ever you want