He asks for closeness and touch but his hips tell her otherwise, his flagging member prods her.
It isn’t the mental connection or the desire to elevate the act which drives the effort. This is a daily need, a cry for attention, a need for service.
The trade is made- succumb for the sake of calming the storms, secure your present tethers for another day.
And in granting this wish, give what each gives- just enough.
Its happiness creates harmony in the daytime world; her mouth, her body, her surrender grants peace, fulfills the the agreed upon roles secured with the gold bands worn on each left hand.
He was a good man and she- a good wife.