You sneak into my mind,
Tiny and unnoticed.
A simple thought.
The fragment of an idea.
Just a seed,
Hoping to grow and come alive.

Seeking out the deepest recess
To plant yourself, without detection,
You choose a dark, wet, hot place
To create your lurid home.

And as you settle into that
Soft, messy, delightful crevice,
You immediately begin to unfold.

Your roots unfurl,
Slithering around my darkest spaces.
Wrapping around those tender dreams,
And all of those needs and desires
I’ve tried to ignore for so long.

Marionetting my control,
Wrapping tightly around my power,
Teasing and testing my humiliation,
Penetrating my lust,
Torturing my thrill for pain…

Oh, but you don’t stop.
You’re still just a seed.
A wicked seed.
But you must to be nurtured.

As your stem rises,
Introducing yourself to my consciousness,
I am drawn to you.
A fantasy, unrealized?
A dream, not recalled?

An inspiration.
Awakening me completely,
Coursing through my imagination,
Until my surrender is eminent.

In masterful form,
You dominate my mind completely.
And when I am finally able
To help you flower,
I’m helpless…
In my own release.

You wicked seed.
I beckon you…
I beg and plead…

Please plant yourself in me…
Again and again!