In my mind, I tower over him. I am longer, leaner, stronger, and he has no choice but to exist within my shadow.
I am imposing — at least as large as my will to move him.
In my mind, my hands are enormous. They are strong, persuasive, unyielding and he no choice but to be malleable within them.
My hands are massive — big enough to wrap around his throat.
In my mind, I am overwhelming. I toss him like a rag doll and he lands tangled on the bed.
I am monstrous — more powerful than the strength of my desire.