The Intimate Touch

The enormous phallus of my love,
touches me deeply and completely,
especially when there is no glove.
His seeds spread within me, feeding me
all the energy I need to proceed.
proceed with life,  I love being his wife.
We experience no strife, and like a sharp knife,
our wit with each other is like no other.
His touch is so gentle, yet demanding.
I have no shame in him commanding me.
I'm so enthralled, and how can this be?
Just to see his face brings joy unspeakably,
and fills me with inner peace.
The intimate touch he gives, allows me
to thrive and live. Living life for him, and I don't feel its a sin, even if we maybe slightly kin.
Kindred spirits are what we are,
from him I can't be far.
And his intimate touch started it all,
for him and only him I will fall.