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Image for the poem Little Soldier Girl....

Little Soldier Girl....

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

love....      
     
...giving it     
making it    
lusting for it      
trusting in it
     
     
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....      
     
….she was still my little soldier girl      
     
the first kiss      
     
in the darkness      
overlooking      
1600 Pennsylvania Ave.      
     
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.....      
     
the first taste      
     
I arrived a bit late      
a fit of rage      
hardly tasting the entree      
upon her elegant plate.......      
     
….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....      
     
.....taking us both higher      
     
the first time we fucked      
(her words, not mine)      
“I need something a little hard and stiff.....from behind”      
     
and those words      
set my thoughts a drift      
as our bodies slowly      
start to grind      
     
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....      
     
….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"     
     
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”      
     
(and still that “1” popped inside her....an elusive "fool's paradise")      
     
     
….and then      
     
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      
     
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      
     
I wasn't there in her last breath      
to say “I love you”,      
hushed up in death      
     
praying that she knew      
before peace closed her eyes      
that she is (and forever more)      
my ride or die
     
     
(Wanda, I love you always.....Jan. 2011 R.I.P.)      
     
 
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
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