My Smug Pillow
My smug Pillow, turns soft and virtuous
Where lay I at her pumping left side
Umpteen hurt i 've had, she stand still, conscious
Spasm of me makes her smile, I besides
Serenely words of her pain, raise me today
Faint time no see, if danger up she cures
At a night tour, so to all, she pat me to lay
A chaste kiss she gives, warmth and so pure
Fold hands not in my need, indeed she'd plan
Wipe hard, ouch! It's hurt, called back to calm
At dawn, kneel on earth for storm to stop
My smug Pillow, what a great deal I got.
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