The Soldier's Command

He stood at attention, with a rifle in hand,

His uniform crisp, and his stance so grand.

I couldn't help but stare, at his strength and his might,

And I longed to obey, his every command tonight.

With a stern voice, he ordered me to strip,

And I obeyed without hesitation, my body quivering with each rip.

He took control, and I gave in purely,

To the soldier's command, and the pleasure it brings fully.