The mind like a canvas to be exploited with me in mind intending to be used as the device triggering the sensual pull of tenderness, slowly devouring your innocence as you helplessly begin to indulge and allow yourself to be deeply submerged in pleasure of forbidden fantasies of positions pinned down and stripped. Warm flashes of flustered imagination desperately craves the intent of me in you. Willingly forced while wanting me, the wait is to much but to have yourself given, to take what you desire, Hazel brown eyes, stare into your soul as the top ridden you ride, to arrive to a destination only in your mind the feeling inside to weak to hide, as we explore the canvas of the mind.