Come with me, I'd like to play
a game to see if you can say
the thing it is that I hold dearly.
But only if you see it clearly.
It is something I own, and fondly so.
I’ve had it for years
though the distance has grown.
It can confusingly contrast
itself at a whim.
So don't be disheartened
if you can't guess this thing.
At times you'll find
it is soft and cuddly.
Warm and sweet.
Bright and snuggly.
But don’t be alarmed if
this isn't the case.
As sometimes, deliciously,
there’s a marked about face.
There are times when it has
wicked intentions.
Seeking things that I
would rather not mention.
It takes pleasure from pain
of itself and others.
Distilling this down
for reminiscent consumption.
But when we play together,
I like to take charge,
of the roles and adventures
be they little or large.
And through this we find
on our explorations
new sights, sounds
and wondrous sensations.
Have you guessed it this thing,
that I so do treasure.
I’m sure that you have,
you always were clever.
I guess we’ll find out
when next you are near.
But of course by then
all will be clear.