a good tucking

Shall i read to you now?
Or let our beating hearts mate?
The townsfolk wonder why
you go to bed at eight
Tucking you
Tucking you
Tucking you for hours

Writing love poems
to make you weep
Rubbing your back
until you sleep
Tucking you
Tucking you
Tucking you for hours

Gentle hands give a bath
A friend along your path
A thousand trails of talk
Three thousand strokes of cock
Tucking you
Tucking you
Tucking you for hours