Those Simple Pleasures..

You're a warm glow glove, tender to the touch
A beacon of light on cold winter nights.

The crackle and pop between my fingers
leaves a sickly sweet smell of old world America.

Smoke kisses my face during intimate moments we
spend together, in any weather, you never leave
my lonely thighs.

A jungle signal for lost souls.

With your virgin white coat and military stance
you lead me on a merry dance.

You've seen the lands of far and wide, you've
danced a mock down by the Clyde. A cell-mates
friend or schoolboy trend for love nor money
you are the end.

..And so my simple soldier boy, in warm goodbye
we kiss the sky, I'll long for you at sweet sunrise.