Rose of Sharon

Quiet, the Negev waits
The sand thirsts for blood to come: tanks, men, planes, all frail

Soldiers called, love stays
Good-byes not said, lives on hold: one man, one woman

Love is shared, him, her
Face the demons, ready war: peace sought, but not found

Her body too hot
Skin shimmering, wet with sweat: orgasm fading

Tall, thin, long red hair
Breasts plump, hips wide, nose too short: alluring, sated

Body now relaxed
Legs akimbo, sheets tangled: my Rose of Sharon

But duty calls him
To bitter sands far away: death waits, and hell lurks

They loved, time too short
Their passion spent, ended now: war, the grim reaper

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