Random evidence of a cluttered mind

In the dark hours you are a ghost

Stalking me and haunting me

Your presence a suggestion, in every endless thought

like some wicked witchcraft or marvelous medicine

An unseen energy, prickling at the edge of my senses

Leaving me in a state of insatiable ardor

For mint chip kisses 

And endless 'as you wishes'

Aching for the feel

Of your wartenberg wheels

And pointy stiletto heels

To be helplessly bound, a morsel for your greedy delection

But most of all to be snug and enraptured

Lying side by side, gazing eye to eye

Arms and legs intertwined

A perfect union of souls combined.