Giving her husband his first head

He is my everything. Yes he is.
We were married not too long.
Distance made us strong.
And our love grew cemented.

The first time I took him in my mouth,
He looked appalled more than happy
Said he had never had that done before.
"Been with other women, you have?"
He shook his head and I nodding, shook mine
On his dear, dear shaft.

We were from the villages.
Our families poor.
Sex was hidden and so was it's tour.
City folks had it light. Gone were worries for
the next night. Just pleasuring the body,
Had become right.

So what did we know? What did 'he' know?
Nothing apparent. I had to teach.
To make our bonds, both in the beds
And outside throng.

He quivered with anticipation,
as I let a long lick evaporate his soul.
He was a simple man, and to him what I did that day, changed his demeanor.

He wasn't large enough to choke me,
But his length wasn't not satisfactory. Oh no.
In fact, I was more prouder than he was.
And so I worshipped it accordingly.

My slobbering sounds masked his puny moans, I massaged his neck to assure of my
presence. He rocked a bit and came,
Harder than he had ever done.

I smiled a happy smile,
My favorite job was done, for unlike he
I was not uninitiated in this dance, but drink all his white spurts of love I will,
For his juice is only mine to claim.