Her Shoulders

Her shoulders were
cool to the touch, but
she warmed his hands
as they found her waist.
There, that's better, he thought,
approaching her magic spaces  
with the guns of war still
ringing in his ears.
 
She held her breath as
he kissed her neck. His
hands found her breasts
while her hungry baby
cried in the next room.
 
She knew he was a soldier
whose life was being shaped
by death. What he desired
he will have, but he paid well
and might never return.
 
She felt the firming thew
of his cock against her back and
knew it is time. Quietly and with
grace, she knelt before him,
her hands clasped around him
as if praying for mercy.