May I offer a suggestion ... or is it you again tickling me speak your words ... will you allow to believe, to realize, that my penis, which craves perfectly to be kneaded  by your shoe as I sit beneath you, that my penis is ME, is my mind ... that most deeply this is the  service and the pleasure from which i issue forth daily to serve you in the world, and in the night to serve you in pleasure.

Oh Goddess!, this must be right ... i feel my mind expanding most extravagantly ... ha, ha, ha ... even the pun makes sense.

My mouse mind peaks from the great black unconscious, whisker nose twitching, whiskers radiant as I chew another golden crumb from your floor.