i will think of You
sitting superior on the train home,
Your hair brushed smooth, shiny shoes
and tailored, hand-made suit,
catching surreptitious glances
envy, admiration, resentment thrown Your way.
i will think of You
Your laptop open on Your oh so proper,
toned and perfectly proportioned thighs.
manicured hands, no secret stains
upon Your palms, typing,
while Your Armani top coat
relaxes in the crook of Your arm.
i will think of You
a satisfied look of comfort
and life being as it should
resting on Your handsome, pampered face,
a study of quiet self-control and
civilized masculinity.
i will think of You,
while others watch You reading
my pleas splashed across the screen,
objective letters forming objectionable words,
begging You to
sodomize, defile, bind, beat, fuck me,
as only You know how.

i will think of You...