My Smug Pillow

My smug Pillow, turns soft and virtuous Where lay I at her pumping left side Umpteen hurt i 've had, she stand still, conscious Spasm of me makes her smile, I besides Serenely words of her pain, raise me today Faint time no see, if danger up she cures At a night tour, so to all, she pat me to lay A chaste kiss she gives, warmth and so pure Fold hands not in my need, indeed she'd plan Wipe hard, ouch! It's hurt, called back to calm At dawn, kneel on earth for storm to stop My smug Pillow, what a great deal I got.