Coalescence

How much more union can there be, once I've  
United both my arms behind my back?  
Sir binds them there, so both my wrists can thrive  
In close proximity, while sir attacks  
My tits, which he's exposed; so, let him pinch  
Those breasts in unison, the flesh combines;  
I feel my nipples harden as each inch  
Of cock connects with my lips; a tear shines  
In my eyes as we integrate; sir welds  
New bonds to unify us, let him fuse  
Our body parts together; as we meld  
And knit together, he will not excuse  
Me from amalgamation: I'll not rue  
Each join or the cement that means we glue.