Thinking Of You

A divergence away from BDSM themes, and into pure love poetry. Since I've met Tori my whole lifestyle has changed. She is rarely out of my thoughts. I've probably "missed" more episodes of my favourite programmes because I was concentrating on her on IRC rather than watching the TV... the programme was on, in the background, but it was second rate compared to her.

Thinking Of You
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     You are always on my mind.
     I can not concentrate at work.
     I sit there staring at my screen,
     Thinking of you.

     Instead of writing programs,
     Or documenting my code,
     I sit there writing poems,
     Thinking of you.

     On the train in the morning,
     Or returning home at night,
     I sit there looking vacant
     Thinking of you.

     A book sits in my hand,
     Open where I stopped reading.
     I sit there uncomprehending
     Thinking of you.

     I finally return home,
     And put your collar on.
     I sit there as the lock clicks closed
     Thinking of you.

     The television displays
     A programme I used to watch.
     I sit there watching it flicker
     Thinking of you.

     You come onto IRC,
     My heart skips a beat
     I sit there grinning happily
     Talking to you.

     At last I go to bed,
     Your orders I obey.
     I lie there sleeping gently
     Dreaming of you.