duty calls

jumping naked on the bed
her head barely missing the ceiling fan
tits floating up - body headed down
he saluted her with a resounding damn

she had him at attention
telling him she’d finish in a full split
his polished weapon in hand
moaning don’t quit

thought she’d grease the wheels
with a little finger action as she twirled
the wetness made her smile
his flag pole now completely unfurled

going into her somersault
her heel clipped the fan light
there was no use signaling mayday
she was spiraling into free flight

finally getting her nose up
just as her tail section came down
his bulbous runway light bright red
grabbing her hips, guiding her on down

her landing bounced her back up
cleared his tip by about three inches
him every bit the good soldier
embraced the depth of her trenches

they marched on in tight precision
John Sousa gave it his best
and just at the call for lights out
his fireworks exploded across her chest