COMMANDO

It is a secret that I know;
That she likes to “go commando”.
She comes to me in sexy dress,
With underlying nakedness,
Wearing war-paint upon her face,
That on my skin will leave a trace.

She daringly assaults my senses,
Leapfrogging my moral defences.
With my weapon I take a stand,
And then we grapple hand-to-hand.
I end up piercing her body,
At which she submits willingly.