Do you really know what runs through my mind?
The thoughts that pass through time after time.
What my perverted imagination creates.
The ideas that become your given fate.
Do you really want to know what’s up there?
Do you want me opened, uncovered, laid bare?
Do you want what my mind creates.
To be my muse, my toy, your fate.
I wonder what you’re thinking,
If your thoughts turn to me.
I wonder what’s on your mind,
What images you see.
I wonder if I’m there,
In amongst those wistful thoughts.
I wonder if I intrude a space,
This devil that really shouldn’t ought.
I wonder if I occupy,
If I’m there doing what you want.
I wonder if I’m turning you on,
Wetting your little cunt.
I wonder if your imagination,
Is driven enough to play.
I wonder if you’ll masturbate,
Perhaps cum for me today.
I wonder as I imagine you do,
If those things perhaps aren’t right.
But I’ll never wonder if that’s true,
Because I want you to, now, tonight.