It's as if she designed it, this moment we are in.
Her knees hitting the floor, hands grasping my thighs; she begs me without a word.
Big blue eyes staring straight into my soul, in a mane of golden hair; perfect.
The urging to finally have me as we both have known and wanted for so long; finally.
The children had all left and this house was no longer a home; she came to me.
Like a medic on the battlefield shortly after taking a mortal blow to the chest; resuscitate me.
She's young, near a decade younger than me, why is she here; she's so flawless?
What could this shell of a man offer someone so full of life, of hope?
When I was this age I had seen already my first taste of combat, drank from the cup of mortality.
So why is she here?
Why is it now, in this dark hour, she has found me?
My heart begins to beat in perfect rhythm with her own, I can feel it pulsating and engulfed within her luscious, soft lips.
The moment is over as quick as I can think of all these things, she gulps down the final drop as she softly caresses me with her tongue.
What have I done?
Though no law was broken, why do I feel like a criminal?
Without any hesitation, have I become wicked?
Regret seems to flood my mind instantly as the young goddess embraces this war-torn soldier in a caring shroud of understanding.
"I admire you", she says.
"I respect you", she continues.
"I submit to you", she declares.
With an innocent smile, makeup running from her beautiful eyes and down her smooth cheeks.
"I have always loved you, soldier, as anyone lucky enough to know you should."
Now at this very second, as the door has only just shut behind her, my heart feels heavy a boulder.
The guilt of not even trying to stop her, more crippling a blow than any bullet has ever been.
It beckons a single word, a single question, one simple syllable...
"Why?".
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