Let me be the key to your locked treasure box. I mean of course your mind. It is a place of wonder and imagination and I want to see what yours holds, that locked box of treasure.
Once it is opened I can thrust purposefully and repeatedly into the treasure box. I can only tell you that I speak of your mind. A place of danger and shadows and yet also of wonderment. I would enter it to please both of us.
I am a lover of the mind. Would you mind if I loved your dark box of treasure all night long? Just a simple connection... of beauty and danger. Perhaps a mind-douche is in order!
Jim
Thank you, ABCotD. "Mind-douche" now joins in "crotch fruit" in my ever expanding vocabulary.
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