Quixotic Men

No cunny for the old men, thrilled to bits
By my submission in a threadbare gown;
They perch, as they observe my naked tits,
Pleased that I strip. Without a curse or frown,
I'll spurn all covering, if they request
Obedient déshabillée to excite
Their sordid thoughts, (that must get off their chests,
When I get naked quickly to delight
The sense they're in control), but is this so?
No matter how they test the power exchange,
Even reduced to brute force, can this show
That they're in charge or simply quite deranged:
They know that I would laugh and find it funny,
That such quixotic men take charge of cunny...