The Scent of Her
Her hair.....So blonde
The scent of it....I love it...it trapped me.
Her full breasts temped me
To do bad things...together
We danced....
At night and again in the morning...
Amsterdam....Christmas...
And New Years....just a soldier
We did things...together....
She was from Los Angeles...
My home town...
I knew her name
But a plane she took....
In the morning..
As she kissed me good bye...
This was our moment
She said to me.....
My one week....
Before I die.
Years later I read her daughters poetry
About a man her mother once knew....
He was a gentle man
He made me laugh as I
Never knew I could.....
He was a soldier....
A man....
Who simply loved me
For the woman
He saw.....
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