I accept that he is a married man.

That this will only be,
Ever online.

I accept that his hands, 
Will never touch me.

Caressing my body, 
Squeezing my ass.

That they will never grab,
A handful of hair.

Pulling, to get my attention, 
Or taking me from behind.

I accept that his lips,
Will never kiss mine.

Our tongues intertwined, 
Devouring each other.

He will never taste my nectar, 
Nor bite into my flesh.

I accept that our bodies, 
Will never join,
In ecstasies bliss.

He will never fill me, 
With his hot sticky seed.

We will never taste,
Our juices combined.

How easily we accept,
Things we can't change.

When we have no control,
How we acquiesce.

It is those other things,
That can and may change.
That we could fight.

Those are the things,
We need to learn,
To gracefully accept.

I accept whatever
You offer.
Whatever you care to give.

I accept that every moment,
With you is worth it.

I accept