In fantasy I have no stretch marks.
Gravity has never touched by breast.
My back never aches,
Period never comes.
In fantasy I have choice:
This man or that,
This woman or that,
This role or that.
But then she comes.
She does not match the pictures people post,
She does not match the fantasy,
But at her touch,
Fantasy fails.
She sends me to buy a dog bone!
I have it beside me now.
Will she parade me with it?
Naked, in yard or street?
Will there be a cage or doghouse?
A bowl on the floor?
She never asked my will.
When needed, she will give it to me.
She sent me to buy a bone.
Now all I can do,
Is dream a thousand humiliations,
A thousand more beyond
My Lady holds my soul,
My hunger and my need.
She knows I await in frenzy,
That only she can then release.
When fantasy has failed you,
Where pretend never dare go,
There stands My Lady,
Where I will do anything to go.
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