Intimate Warrior
She's the warrior
of the velvet lips,
sheathing my sword
in her private scabbard.
Clenching her muscles
with that look upon her face,
as she slides
slowly on my steel.
She is the only one
I will relinquish its control,
for she treats it as her own.
Its pleasure hers
as I give it to her freely,
wanting to feel
her essence drip on it's shaft.