Am I Your Fantasy?

How do you fancy me? Do I fit your vision? Can I get you off by the thought of an extra limb? Do you crave it? Do I despise it?

I get you hard by looking at you. You make me soft by touching my hair, breasts, neck and bruises. Sweet nothings mimic through the steamy windows, as the undressing process begins.

I care for you. You ruin me. Tenderness is unrequested in battlefields as vulnerable as these. You make me wet. I slip you in. Am I your pipe dream? Do I get my chimera?

I wrap you around me, your pulse fills my pours in. You make-believe we'll make it a thing. I believe you make it so I don't make you leave. Escapism gets the best of you. Daydreaming the best of me.

Were you disappointed? Was I? Which of which matters? Was I into you? Was I into you being into me? Did I match your fantasy?