No permission required

She adores him...


Everything she does is with tenderness
for it is en-grained in her soul
They are totally engrossed in each other
They are equal halves that make one whole
She tenderly removes his clothes
and folds them neatly on the chair
She kisses his head
and strokes his hair
He smiles at her
and basks in her submission
for this act of devotion
needs no permission