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Little Soldier Girl....

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�..it was never the darkness � �
inside her soul or � �
her skin � �
more so the solace � �
found with my � � �
ride_or_die friend � �
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Wanda epitomized � �

love.... � �
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...giving it� �
making it �
lusting for it � �
trusting in it � �
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and I miss that wry smile � �
her brooding wit � � �
the intensity of her caring � �
and even in the moments � �
when she just didn't give a shit.... � �
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�.she was still my little soldier girl � �
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the first kiss � �
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in the darkness � � �
overlooking � �
1600 Pennsylvania Ave. � �
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in sleepy eyed wonder, � �
she lay inside the security � �
of my arms in slumbers � �
til the morning came and I had to go � �
a solitary tear from her dark eyes, � �
walking away, ever so slow..... � �
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the first taste � �
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I arrived a bit late � �
a fit of rage � �
hardly tasting the entree � �
upon her elegant plate....... � �
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�.ahh but I did taste � �
the sweetness of her womanly thighs � �
the wetness oozing like honey � �
through her pink lace panties � �
I did drink of her lustful fire, � �
moving them aside.... � �
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.....taking us both higher � �
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the first time we fucked � �
(her words, not mine) � �
�I need something a little hard and stiff.....from behind� � �
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and those words � � �
set my thoughts a drift � �
as our bodies slowly � �
start to grind � �
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and with every strong, � �
deliberate thrust, � �
her black skirt � �
rose above her hips � � �
higher and higher � �
her hands gripped against the mattress � �
her legs wrapped around my waist, � �
tighter.... � �
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�.and her face dazed � �
like a punch-drunk fighter
going the last round � �
�baby, I'm about to cum� � �
my body incensed � �
yet feeling "comfortably numb"� �
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I pulled my gun from her velvet sheath � �
just before the *weapon* fired � �
my hips flailing in mid air like � �
�99 luftballoons � �
floating in the summer sky� � � �
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(and still that �1� popped inside her....an elusive "fool's paradise") � �
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�.and then � � �
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upon a cold January day � �
the darkness came � � �
and took my little soldier girl away � �
embossed upon a cloud, a raging �sea� � �
took my friend away from me � �
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and sometimes I feel such guilt � � �
and shame � � �
the memories of our lusty flame � �
burn so deeply within my soul � �
the tears I cry have no control � �
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I wasn't there in her last breath � �
to say �I love you�, � �
hushed up in death � �
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praying that she knew � �
before peace closed her eyes � �
that she is (and forever more) � �
my ride or die � �
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(Wanda, I love you always.....Jan. 2011 R.I.P.) � �
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