The mind fuck. It's anticipation, the good
and the bad. A scenario painted
in vivd technicolor and then left to replay
over and over in my mind, as the hours
slide slowly by. It's standing in the dark,
breath coming in ragged pants, waiting
for a stroke or a strike, a rough hand to
maneuver me. Position me. It's a hand
covering my mouth and nose, eyes
blazing down at me, wickedly dark.
When do I breathe? When you say so.
It's my shame, held up in front of me,
impossible to ignore. It's making me cum,
hard, while I still have that humiliation
fesh in my eyes, my mouth, my nose.
My mind. It's the razor edge of fear, of
wondering, how far will you push me?
How far can I go? It's surrender, unlocking
that most secret, most sacred, part of
my mind, and handing it to you.
