Subject to Fantasy

Bounds made irrelevant
unless authored by me.
With or without your consent,
fantasy is as I want it to be.

Your form shifts to my whim-
teachers, boyfriends of late,
my boss, some guy at the gym…
Your body, your clothing, I illustrate

women with creamy thighs,
a man who’s African
with black cock of monstrous size
You’re never remaining as you began.

On the floor, in the park,
castle with medieval flair,
nn the beach just before dark,
my bed or yours- any place named is fair.

You may want me, you may not.
Is that love or fear you hide?
Are you cold or bold and hot?
What’s in your heart and your mind, I decide.

I may tease and suck you firm;
our bodies under my command.
Under my soft touch, you squirm.
My fantasy is raw sex on demand.