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Soldier/Stranger
The hue of dawn’s early light reflects pink from the white of the bed linen. A young woman lay on the bed responding to the every touch of a stranger. Her back arches as his lip caress her erect breasts. Beads of perspiration slowly meander down her curves before they are captured by his wanting mouth. Slowly he moves down her body, touching, kissing, looking.
The stranger peels back the sweat soaked material; she is ecstasy. Her hands pull his face to her. He feeds. Her body responds with building intensity. The tremors begin. Her release is his cue. He rises to meet her gaze, his breath excites. As their lips meet and his tongue probes, she tastes herself. “Passion has no morals.”
She guides his entrance and gently she rocks to the rhythm of his manhood. Her low moans and sharp gasps are his answer to her pleasure. The strangers, low deep toned voice fills her mind, telling of unthinkable thoughts, yet she thinks of them.
The muscles of his body tense with the anticipation of his release, her legs surround him. Her black hair is soaked, matted to her face and neck. Sweat falls from his brow and is captured by her already moist skin. His thrusts drive deeper. She takes his desire. His release is endless. She receives it with hunger… And I awake
Sweat covers my body, even though my blankets lay on the dirty floor. The landscape of loneliness surrounds me. Another day. Another mission.
A soldier is what a soldier is ordered to be.
Do I fail her for what I do? For who I am? Does she deserve this life that I have created? Do I deserve one such as her?
I slip into the green that is my life and I think of the pink hue over the bed in my dream. My boot slides on with the thought of her feet pressed close to mine. My equipment hangs from my body and I only think of her arms that have held me close. I place my helmet on my head, pull back the tent door and face another day.
I dream of my wife for loneliness sake. Her presence in my life gives me something to look forward to.
But the man in my dreams, he who is her desire, who is he? Is he me? I am but a soldier. Am I that stranger?
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Posted by Evetspordlaw on 2008-08-06 10:09:51 | Rating: | Views: 69
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Wow this is amazing!! Great writing! Sad, but yet beautiful in the same sense.
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Posted by brlracincwgrl
on 2008-08-06 10:41:41
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Why thank you so much....
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Posted by Evetspordlaw
on 2008-08-06 10:49:03
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I have to agree that writing was sad but very beautiful. You are an amazing writer.
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Posted by mnl2lng
on 2008-08-06 14:43:48
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i'm glad that a man gave his voice to this topic. great writing.
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Posted by KateTheShrewd
on 2008-08-06 15:00:34
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this is beautiful.. keep writing. this story really breaks my heart for those who are fighting for their countries. really beautiful story
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Posted by pixierose
on 2008-08-06 18:22:18
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it was soo bueatiful can u teach me to rite like that?? thank u for the insite
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Posted by nicegrl
on 2008-08-06 22:07:09
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Wow! Your poem brought me to tears as I anxiously await for my loved one to come home from this so called war. Your writing is excellent, don't stop and thank you.
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Posted by Quel
on 2008-08-09 18:13:46
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Ladies and Gents I would like to introduce my love...
You are my life Quel...
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Posted by Evetspordlaw
on 2008-08-10 01:55:08
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i really like the writing, good incite. very important topic.
makes people wonder...
when it comes to short stories; may i recommend rereading your work; and as your going through it... try and feel the beat and rhythm that you've created; and make new paragraphs based on it... its a great story; that will just add to the fluidness and show more power in your writing.
its hard to do with something this short; but if you have a longer piece; it will help it flow even better.
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Posted by RomeosMadWorld
on 2008-08-11 06:42:50
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