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boiphil -> Mental Ligotage (7/5/2004 8:13:23 PM)
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Dedicated to the FIRST Daddy i ever felt the boi in me for -->> Miss K of Houston, Tx
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“Mental Ligotage”
No words need be spoken by You to “affect” me inside. Nor do You have to touch me
to make a formal introduction.
Yes, I already know You….
Like Your non-stop intercourse with my head, the look that ties me up inside.
And the way You play Your mental ligotage on my brain.
Did You think I would fail to know You? To recognize “the One”? How could I not know She who will control me with the mere raise of an eyebrow?
Not a chance, Ma’am.
I’m strong but also am prepared for those times when You will make me cry & either never know You did or know and enjoy each tear that streaks this slave’s face.
How do I know You?
I can smell You, sense You, the moment You enter the room I become acute to Your presence as You take in everything in a glance, knowing where I am at, feel my eyes watching You Without ever breaking away from the eye contact You hold with the one who greets You.
You’re the one who gets attention upon demand and the one who will teach me that demanding attention gets me none. Your lack of words lends to the mind fuck that You probably aren’t even aware You’re giving me. I hang back in the crowd, merely watching, hoping to see a nod that says, “I want” so I might “do”.
Truly, I have practiced in my mind each possible interaction and moment with You and yet when each comes I’m sure that I will be properly shocked, wide-eyed aware of how totally out of my control everything really is..
Until then, I practice my breathing, my patience because nothing less will do me any good, Your silence teaches that also.
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