Welcome to the

room where you

have consumed

complete mood.

It’s me my dear,

my muscles me

contort to move

upon thy string.

I surrender too

my synapses so

move gentle me

inside you grow.

You bring speed,

breathe I in seep

existence I move

for you to please.

I couldn’t think

of a better way

to be myself in

your grip raised.

There’s a loss of

function it’s lost

but is in ease by

your hands soft.