I Am Clean Now

The weary warrior arrived alive at gate to glory. Home.
At glimpse of Goddess, dropped his dented shield, his chipped sword,
and heaved heavy sigh of relegating relief.
Goddess closed gate behind them, and took her warrior's weapons,
and placed them in their case beside their bed.
She lovingly returned to her warrior, and guided his beaten body
to the benevolent banquet he so decidedly deserved.
Goddess gave rich gravy to her warrior upon the meats he'd slain
just day past.
Rewarded him with red wine she'd fermented from her very soul.

Goddess then gave rise to her sated warrior, and led him to the watercloset.
Removing the pelts, belts, and boots so gently, she helped him into
the rich, luxuriant bath that the fire in her soul had heated.
Easing the warrior into these waters, she touched his injured cheek,
and softly kissed the wound. She then dipped the ends of her flaxen hair
into the water, and wiped wound clean.
Lifting soap to sponge, Goddess washed her weary warrior, piece by piece
part by part.
The warrior looked into the eyes of the Goddess, and said,
"I am clean now, Goddess.
Dry me, and I shall return all your favors".

Author's Note:
This is an exercise in historical erotica.
Though not graphic, it was written from a very sensual mindset.
Oh. And I love alliteration.