Did I dream this?

Dangerous sex is just a dream I had;
No need to say his name,
You won’t have heard of him,
Cause he can’t exist
‘cept in my invention,
Though I would prefer to be his.
He throws me down,
When I’m crying out no,
And pins me to the bed,
Yet inside I say go;
It can’t be rape,
It’s someone’s dream,
And I love his scent,
His body, taste and freedom,
And most of all
I love the fear of his dangerous sex.