quiet, you.

do you mind
if i relish all the innuendos
mind fodder
rubbing all those hidden places
rhythmic hallucination
dizzying mesmerization
loopy horizons
wanting to be the house of your wicked satiation
your witnessing mind
like penetrating eyes
a governess of suffering
the maitre d of the inane
strings of quacking seconds
the vice of your mind
clenching my pathetic need
turning me purple with just your thoughts
dripping with want
the air of your forever no’s
freezing the sweat into a noose
a leash
your silent prison
kept
leaking moans through the palm
of your absent, ever-present grip