If he knew what I really thought of him, would he still be my friend. I mean, if he reeeeally knew the positions I mentally put him in, I’m almost sure he’d never look me straight in the face again.
He spends a lot time on his knees, mostly because he knows I love to play the cop! His only comfort in it all is that he knows I will soon be on my knees too. He has been arrested in mind over and over again. His run-ins with the law have him caged like the animal he is and he is constantly letting his beastly nature overcome me.
He is so farfetched in places, that I can barely take all of him, but I tame him with my whip and it works every time. When he gets in a bind, I run to save the day just like super girl. I unveil my mask to him to reveal my true freak of nature all over him. I don’t wish to contain these thoughts, because they feel so good.
So glad he has no idea what I’m thinking…
My secret thoughts have landed me on a strict case of needing bed rest and he’s always there in my mind to nurse me back to health. He spoon feeds me one dose at a time and I swallow as directed.
He is some kind of wonderful in my thought process. He makes me breathe at uncontrollable speeds, but I know my secret thoughts are so safe and in my mind I love every minute of it. He can never do wrong in my mind, even when he is dead wrong for making me do what I did last night. I obey him entirely, because in my mind he is KING!
Still wondering, If he knew what I really thought of him, would he still be my friend. I mean, if he reeeeeally knew the positions I mentally put him in, I’m almost sure he’d never look me straight in the face again.