Please allow me to slip into something a little more comfortable something like your mind. Thought processes excite me. I'm stimulated by your kind. Deep and wet with the waters of critical thinking flowing like the rivers of time. Can I gently caress your intellect with concepts that I have created with mine? As I undress your thoughts with my eyes I know what you want because imagination never lies. The truth is all in your head I know, because so am I. Its better that way, wetter that way because creative juices never stop flowing Also knowing what I wanted you gave me a piece of your information. You seem nervous, must be your first time, sharing your mind. Don't worry, it won't hurt but you might get addicted. Because once you get the feeling it's hard to stop no longer being restricted by physical limitations. Having inclinations to, do it every time I see you. Not in public though, someone might see but they still wouldn't know. How I softly licked your gray matter as we rolled around your brain's master bedroom trying not to knock anything over. I know it's never felt like this nobody's ever been this deep. You feel exhausted and we didn't even kiss feeling as though you were asleep. But it wasn't a dream as I slowly thrust my swollen creativity, deep inside your imagination rhythmically, until our thoughts exploded simultaneously and we had engaged in mental intercourse.
