She Was Home And He Was A Happy Housekeeper

He tended to come back in her as if home, he could never quite explain it. She was Rubenesque and it was easy to lose himself inside her massive heavenly host. He would give as much as he had to her, a drone to her queen. In his self imposed subjugation, he found bliss and wonder in her service. Paul would leave ever morning and return in the evening, to his house and his beloved warm home inside.

Gloria cried most days, sitting deep in her prison, waiting for a conjugal visit.