My Little One

Precious Little One, dancing joyously, for me,
Clearly I remember, eases the loneliness here.
Hair flowing to music, clad in bells, beauty premier,
Entrancing allure, wistful rapture, wondrous to see.

Candles shimmering off thee, fragrant as a myrrh tree,
Sinuous Hips swaying, succulent breasts, drawing near.
Thy visage staves lonely cold desert nights, you I revere,
Rhythm of thy movements, I from tired ache, set free.

Sweet bouquet, delicate inborn spice from thee,
Delightful, serene, yet fills me with desire sincere.
Eager, inviting, sparkling eyes, love so clear,
Passions inspired, I, a raging fire at apogee.

Thy overwhelming sensuous grace, I do desire, hear my plea,
Make this soldier’s lot envious despite privations severe.