M2
how many times did i mount you
gripping you tight in my hands
then lovingly take you with me
to ride through exotic strange lands
feeling you bucking so close to my face
as i gently carressed you on your special place
seeing the passionate fire in your sound
these all comfort me when you're around
feeling you warm as you loudly scream
know your sounds were made just for me
smelling the oils that keep you so smooth
and loving their feel on my fingers too
together we make such a comfortable team
just like one person, like one machine
your motion slides so smooth in my hands
while we dance across the hot desert sands
taking you back with me everynight
breaking you down, cleaning you bright
carefully oiling each place that you move
checking your action to see it's still smooth
and all those who see us know we are one
dusty old soldier, well oiled machine gun
smooth cool metal in dry cracking hands
protecting eachother in this hostile land
and i feel your namesake close everyday
though she is really a half world away
smiles break across this dusty old face
from memories spent in our special place
one day i'll leave you here all alone
depart this cruel war to go on back home
and hope that that special person's still there
the beautiful lady whose name that you share
Jeffro
