A SOLDIER’S LAST GIFT

If someone finds this, my family or friends

Don’t judge me harshly, just know I wanted to make amends

If I’m not here to explain words that are less than pretty

This exercise in poetry is the story, may it earn someone’s pity

For flesh is weak, I’ve learned that lesson and it’s hard

I hope my absence means I’ve gone to my final reward

THE GIFT

I love my wife at least I think I do

And when I left I promised to be true

But AnBinh came to me, a love at first sight

And we lay together that very first night

Her breasts were delicate as berries in cream

I drew from their essence, a sybaritic dream

I kissed the bud below her undulating hips

It blossomed to fullness between my welcoming lips

With my fingers I explored the consummate spot

Her breath became short, ragged and hot

She stroked my tumescence, with trembling fingers guiding it within

And then the ecstatic rhythm did begin

Her pleasurable engorgement clasped my aching member

With a warmth like that of a still heat-filled ember

Her tear-moist eyes spoke of a metamorphosed consummation

And I was spent in transformative exhilaration

She whispered “you unlocked my secret with your caressing tongue”

“I’ve had an ecstasy with you”I murmured, “beyond any I’ve known “

The thought of my wife across an ocean came to mind

I dismissed it quickly before this sin it could find

The sexual fulfillment and love, it was that and more

But some will scoff saying she’s just a wartime whore

But before your assign to her such a name, I implore

Think on a gift to this soldier none ever gave before