The silent shivers down my spine
As your hands entwine with mine,
The gentle whispers of your breath
As I hold mine as though it's death,
The soft caresses that thrill me deep
As I let my hands explore your keep,
Lie down soldier, let me please you,
I'm only a whore, not a body tuned
Tuned like yours to respond to every touch,
Harden again against my fingers' brush,
I'm soft, malleable and I welcome you
To a night of soft abandon, as the submissive of two.
Are you truly a whore?
Have you slept like this before?
Under the moon hidden ashamed
To show herself in your beauty unclaimed
As of yet by time who has been sweet
And who makes you think that you're just meat.
Oh, but I am my dear soldier,
I am the submissive and the sober,
I am the whore you chose tonight.
Yet you seem too precious,
That I cannot just abandon sans conscious,
I believe you will have a name
Share that if I'm not yours to blame.
My name is that of a death Rose,
My name is that of determined Moss,
My name is that of the moon, la Lune,
I even hold some music like a Tune,
Yet in the end, I'm just another face,
One to use, but not feeling disgrace,
Because you have taken my city,
I'm your spoils of the night,
I do not need your pity,
Do not try to put me in your light.
I may be a soldier, but heartless I'm not,
Do not share your bed, if willingly, it is not.
Can you not sense the response you awaken?
The primal sense of wanting to be taken,
The sweat mixed with the musk of a man,
Believe me this is not the fire, it is only the pan.
Let me make you unsay that.
Let me see you try.
My dear,
My soldier,
Tonight you will be mine.
