Even as you sleep I feel you
clawing through the external
essence of my mind…Did i say clawing?
No more like freely walking,
my doors are unlocked,
my walls are down,
you need only ask and my every
answer is yours. Encapsulated within
your essence, lost deep in your intentions,
you have me ensnared within your grasp.
I am yours.
My desire is yours.
My need is yours.
My fantasies i give to you freely entwined
with my dark sensual self…Even as you sleep
I feel your essence taking what is yours as your
spirit wanders freely through my mind’s darkest corridors.
Karen Hayward ©2017