i want what's inside

i want what’s inside
though all wrapped up in eye candy
with a perky strut
and clicking heels
and leather frills...
still, i want what’s inside

between those eyes
behind the temple of your forehead
swimming in neurosoup
is the magic
that intoxicating and inventive cruelty
the design of more
the stuff i’d walk miles for

as you tinker
with fingers upon abacus
i listen with delight
the click/clacking of your calculations
till your potions of elegant maneuvers are revealed
cruel experiments for the mind
and a most desperate ache
prescriptions of solitude and torturous days
virtually, your every thought a cannon

of course i want to look
and imagine that slow motion sway
as you rise from the bay
moon bathing sandblown hair
erupting from such peace

i would love to see you out of the corner of my eye
so i can remember your legs
imagine them in thigh highs
the tightness of cloth upon your hips
the way your nails gleam
on your soft hand
which has me wondering how it feels upon a shaft

but it is your wretched devices
the creations of things for me to endure
that can take their hold in seconds
and begin my quivering
that is what i seek

hood me and throw me down below
lock me away
to commence my agony
ill dream of your image
as you torture my mind

while you

sip champagne on the deck
of a long and deep night