Fucking Your Mind

I want to get into your head. Your heart is far too sweet and gentle for what I am plotting for us.

Let me work my way into your world, a passing glimmer in your daydream, a voracious dalliance played out inside you, keeping you from your errands, your work…thoughts that flutter your heart, gaze out into a nothingness of pure desire, images of us that consume you at such an inner level, that no self-touch, no personal caress, no solo exhaustion can quench the ache nor drown the din of my presence in your mind.

I want you to be nervous. A little frightened of the hold I have on your desires. Will it stop? Will these salacious, sticky stories that play out on the canvas in your head become tactile moments of hedonism, realized?

Your heart will want the thoughts to stop, give you brief respite from the feral bacchanal that consumes both your waking and sleeping hours. Somewhere deeper, you relish the consummation, insatiable in your demand for more, lust and gluttony and animalism and oblivion. You want me to keep fucking your mind, so hard and deep that there is no hope of return. As if the unrelenting thoughts of us are changing you, transforming you…unleashing you.

When your thoughts are a constant onslaught of images of me, us, impurity…when you feel obsession take hold and bend to my delicious will, then we shall begin.

One thought on “Fucking Your Mind

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s