Jealousy

He’s a man in every aspect of the word
He shows me love the best way he knows how
Listening, sharing, stroking, feeling, fucking
He listens enough to satisfy me
He shares his feelings while fucking
He strokes me to my satisfaction, not his
His hands hold knowledge that no man has ever revealed
He plunges pleasure into mine/his consistently
Never requesting to rest until my final drop has fallen
Knowing how to demand a successful climax
Kissing my lips, my tears, my release and my toes
I thrust, shudder and orgasm into my nymphomaniacs control
How could I not be jealous?
He’s a man in every aspect of the word.