SOLDIER'S HOME COMING

I'll come, bringing my love to you.
Meet me in your nightie, see-through,
so I can gaze upon your form
while I slip off my uniform.

This soldier's making love, not war,
time to bring out your inner whore,
when we'll wrestle in our love's cause;
arms laid down, surrender to yours.

I'll bear you, in my arms, to bed,
mouth eating mouth, when I'm naked,
lay your body, on the bed, down,
draw curtains to the outside town.

When I've caressed your body through
nightie, you'll soon get naked too;
throw off those garments well away
then we'll get to grips in the hay.

I'll take you to the heights unknown,
work my tool in your pubic bone,
until there comes the great Big Bang
when we explode, to bed springs' twang.

Sated, we'll let our breaths recover,
slip off to sleep under the cover.
When we awake I may encore,
my weapon again in your core,

Then we will troop to the shower,
make music for a further hour,
knock up a breakfast in the nude.
Our night we'll tete a tete conclude.