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.
The pursuit of happiness,
A declaration, or simply a film.
A goal in life,
To pursue it when it’s already there,
Are we truly aware?
What is happiness?
A full belly, a full plate.
Does it escape?
Or do we banish it upon a whim?
Is it found in righteousness or the darkest sin?
I wish I knew, confusion sometimes blinds.
Am I at peace with happiness, is it a friend of mine?
I see it, I feel it, I love it.
I’ve found it in fits and starts.
I think I’ve decided.
Happiness is in mine, it’s in all of our hearts.
Never judge a book by its cover,
The sleeve gives nothing away.
No-one would ever guess,
The pervery in our day to day.
As we sipped tea in the garden together,
You asked me “Daddy do others perceive?”
“Would they have an inkling?”
“Of what is you and me.”
And as we pondered your question,
A thought came to my mind.
If they could indeed tell about us,
They might be shocked?
Or perhaps aroused by what they find.
So, never judge a book by its cover,
As the sleeve gives nothing away.
And I hope the others in the world’s gardens,
Have as much fun as us in their own perverted play.
via Daily Prompt: Sleeve