Mental Intercourse
Please allow me to slip into something
A little more comfortable
Something like your mind
I’m stimulated by your kind
Because thought processes excite me
Deep and wet with the waters of analytical thinking
Flowing like the rivers of time
Can I gently caress your intellect?
With concepts I created with mine?
As I undress your thoughts with my eyes
I know what you want because imagination never lies
The truth is all in your head, I know
Because so am I
It’s actually better that way
Much more wetter that way
Because these creative juices never stop flowing
All the while knowing
What I wanted, you gave me
A piece of your information
Must be intimidation that has you seemingly
Nervous…must be your first time
Sharing your mind
Don’t worry, it won’t hurt
But you might get addicted
Because once you get the feeling, it’s hard to stop
No longer being restricted
By physical limitations having inclinations to do it
Every time I see you…
Not in public though
Someone might see…
But they still wouldn’t know
The places we would go
Or how I softly licked your grey matter
As we rolled around your brain’s master bedroom
Trying not to knock anything over
I know it’s never felt like this
You never had it this deep
You’ll feel exhausted…weak
As if you were asleep
But it wasn’t a dream
It’s truly real, just without the ability to feel
In fact, we hadn’t even kissed
And yet you miss me slowly thrusting my swollen creativity
Deep inside your imagination rhythmically
Until our thoughts exploded simultaneously
And we’ve engaged in mental intercourse
