My question

can you imagine this
just minutes ago:

my elbows pressed down on desk space
in front of keyboard
head lowered, pinched between forearms
body curled, flushed,
fingers parted through hair
fists clenched, desperate,
eyes closed, face burning,
trying not to make those little noises
in the back of my throat
that drive you wild

as I am imagining this......

crawling under your desk
we are not alone
yet hidden,
fingers freeing you from fabric
who is in control now
as you attempt to go about business
lips taking you further
and further inside
soft, warm, wet live flesh-
tongue, mapping topography
of your body
noting locations of
ridges and veins and valleys
for further exploration

my question to you
can you imagine this,
being bound
by these invisible threads
while I do with you
what I will
and you must pretend
there is nothing at all?