When we are touching, all is right with the world.

When your delicious lips soothe mine,
When your heavenly beard tickles my neck,
When your fingers glide over my flesh,
Like you’re memorizing me,
All is right with the world.

When you grip me tightly,
When you pin me or tell me to be still for you,
When you nip and bite all of those places that drive me wild,
And keep me present, simultaneously,
All is right with the world.

When your palm slides over my soft, round cheeks,
When my body ignites with anticipation,
When my mind spins and swirls,
Anxious for you to begin,
All is right with the world.

When that first strike lands,
When you smooth out the fire,
When each blow is that perfect combination of pleasure and pain,
Which sends me flying into space,
All is right with the world.

When you decide I’ve had enough,
When you take more pleasure with expert fingers,
When I attempt to have yours,
In my hands, mouth, and between my breasts,
All is right with the world.

When we collapse, our tryst tangled bodies pulsing,
When you hold me longer than usual,
When you whisper sweet things,
That make me giggle and swoon.
All is right with the world.

When we wake to a new day,
When you kiss me in your perfect way,
When I know that this feeling will remain,
Because I am yours, forever.

All is right with the world, Sir.