Playing in your mind
Resting comfy on your pillow. Snuggled all sleepy in your bed, do you feel the moment, I slide inside your head
I'm sitting quietly in the dark, waiting to play deep inside your mind, whispering depraved and sexual thoughts of the kinky kind
All thoughts grown from seeds I planted, in the words I sent in rhyme, flourishing in your mind late at night, I've ensnared you in a line
Wrapped you up in sexual stanzas, bound by the chains of my desires, you're drawn like moth to flame, into my lusts burning fires
Riveted by my fantasies, you have visions of the things I'd do, if all my dreams were realities and I was there with you
Do you drift off to find me, are you searching for me tonight, do I reach across the ethereal plain, for me to seduce you every night
When you're on your comfy pillow, do you willingly give yourself to me, do you give me all control, letting all your inhibitions to go free
THE KINKY POET