They call her "puesta del sol"

Private First Class, Jason Kilday, Liberation of Spanish Colony, West Indies. 1812

When she brings the fire, uniform torn, bloody, ripped from my body!

She clears the mesa, one single fluster of the arm,

skirt lifted, smile adorned. 

fueling her own desire.

Body warn from the fire, the climax slams,

as the rush and crazed thrush of adrenaline,

The cut across my face, the crushing thigh of embrace,

OXYTOCIN BURNS THE BRAIN. 

The tear of my lips, the crushing embrace,

marching hero, never to be disgraced...

at least not right now.

 

Author's Note

Been drinkin....

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Awesome write...I get it...hmmm, things you do in the kitchen lol. You are an awesome writer.