Fantasies Changed

After him, her masturbation changed
Before him, there were images of teachers and students,
Daddies and nannies.
After him, the teacher and student,
In their ravagings discovered,
they loved each other
It surprised them both.

Teachers and students from other parts of the building
heard her immortal cries of ecstasy,
and his primal grunting, echoing down the hallways
And with a satisfactory tone the female headmistress said, “He’s stuffing her.”
And the female pupil, listening, replied,
“He loves her…”

She was an octopus underneath him on the desk
Secretions, secretions, all over
There were her lavish breasts,
There was his perfectly sculpted form,
But there was something else, that made this all the more interesting…
Vulnerability.

It’s like a lucid dream
Even the dream characters seem to be waking up and looking around,
a little confused.
Discovering they are alive
Discovering they are human
Discovering they have these bodies, these emotional bodies…
that are theirs.
It took them all a little by surprise!

Humanity returned to the dream characters
A heart chakra opened.
Schoolgirls lined up,
Begging him to fill them with his semen
Vaguely enticing
But for one of them, he felt something…
A real something.

We can’t explain why the drawbridge of our heart lowers to certain people…
Why or how the portcullis opens
And an exchange flows
Effortlessly…
Despite our best efforts, and despite being a grown man.

There is lust,
And then there is something else,
More powerful than all of us
Something we are made completely defenseless to,
small and feeble before.
There is lust,
And then there is God.

Their sex was ravenous,
But it was also, vulnerable.
Hovering above his lap and over his desk
He thrust himself in to her
Juices poured out of her and around his cock,
Down her perky inner thighs,
Sure…
But in her chest, something was opening…
A bright light.
She was silently crying
For that undeniable thing she was starting to feel,
That she couldn’t do anything about.
It just was
And it was growing,
Expanding, up into her face and up through her head.

And in his...
A light had opened all the way from the front of his chest,
to his back.
He was made small in his tenderness,
In the tenderness of all his internal organs, for her.

And then these objects in her fantasy, the artist loved.
Man waking up
Woman waking up
The wounded masculine waking up
The wounded feminine waking up
They found themselves waking up, in the middle of coitus
In the middle of someone else’s porno,
In which they were cast.