Love and War

I've never been a soldier, but I'm locked
In service: you parade me; you can shop
For any unguent they can concoct
And spread it on the marks that mean you stop,
Eventually, exercising rights
That put your "droit de seigneur" in its place;
They keep you up and in me through the nights,
When others sleep and rest; they do not grace
The little soirées that master enjoys;
Such privacy ensures that you are pleased:
Just you and me and warming, flogging toys,
That will be used, until you have been seized
By strong desires, as you really score
My flanks, and you conscript me for your war...