When I went to conquer you I found you malleable under my weapons of war.  Like soft clay sinking into a riverbank, merging with the water.  This was not the way I'd imagined it going.  I wanted glorious battle with banners flying high and hard steel ringing together.  I was given soft words and surrender.

Your body was my land and I was to tread over every square inch, proclaiming my righteous subjugation of flesh.  The smooth skin welcomed me in, bidding me bide my time and ease myself.  I could only but sink into the comfort offered.

So there was no victory, no harsh reconstruction after the fight.  There was no well-won glory found in what I had done.  You showed me the way of peace, of bliss, of compromise and giving.  So there was us together.

I was still given your body, the slopes and curves mine to command and control.  But it was a gift, a willing exchange of pleasure.

Because my body was also yours and I soon found the good in giving.  In receiving into myself what someone would do and letting it flow in me.  Letting someone else do.

For we conquered each other and as I own you, you own me.  Together we merge our lands and take what pleases the other.  A contract of touch drawn up between our kingdoms.  We survey our property, always there is time, walking alone and together.  Up hills and down valleys, touching mountains and streams, in the open and the secret, the dark and the light.

There is no terrain I do not know, no sight that will surprise me.  No sight that doesn't please me.  For it is all mine, all my treasured possession, a gift from years past that is never put away, memorized and gazed upon and roved over.

All I can hope, my own, is that your view is as mine.