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 less than pretty

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

For flesh is weak, a lesson learned and it’s hard

My absence can be explained, 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 the very first night

Her breasts were as delicate as berries in cream

I drew from them essence, a sybaritic dream

I kissed the bud below her undulating hips

It blossomed to fullness between my welcoming lips

My fingers explored that special consummate spot

And 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 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 fullfilment and love filled a need and more

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

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

Think on a gift to this soldier none ever gave before