I don't care what you wear to bed

I don't care what you wear to bed,
only what deep thoughts are in your head.

I don't care what you wear to bed,
so long as you make my head spin
with what your tongue does
as it moves back and forth.
I don't care what you wear to bed,
your mind is always naked to me
as we lock together and writhe,
mixing dreams with reality
and fluids,
of creation and imagination.

I don't care what you wear to bed,
as long as there is lots of head,
and a brain
more than enough to fill it
with possibility.
I have a proclivity for creativity;
pro-clit you could say
as you whisper sweet smart somethings in my ear.

I don't care what you wear to bed,
smart is the new sexy,
and intelligence raises my interest
ready to thrust into you
and your thoughts.

I don't care what you wear to bed,
only what deep thoughts are in your head.
I'll plunge right in then.