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 Where Silver Tears Do Rust

Excerpts from “A Letter to Msgt in Iraq”   Wed. 06 Oct. 2004


Standing over the stove while frying chicken, I had the most lonesome feeling come over me.
At that moment, I longed to feel strong arms around my waste and to feel a kiss on the back of my neck.
It is those moments that send me to tears.
Not sadness, but instead hope fills my heart.
When I was a child, my daddy would come home from a long shift at the fire house and find my mama cooking for him.
He would sneak up on her, wrap his arms around her tiny waste and place a kiss upon the back of her neck.
She never did respond to his affection.
What I wouldn't give to have those moments of my own. That would be so sweet.
I don't know that feeling but I do know that I would respond.
It's quiet here tonight and I long to hear your voice.
The little girl in me longs to be held while the woman that I am longs to satisfy man.
It is difficult for me to sort out my feelings.
I have been hungry of heart for so long now that it feels like and eternity.
My lips thirst for deep, hot, wet kisses.
My sensitive flesh awaits the touch of a lover.
My heart stands still in anticipation of your return.
Calm fills my spirit tonight.
I worked a long day and I am sleepy.
To rest upon your chest and to awaken to your touch could stir my passion in ways that even I cannot imagine.
Your post card came today and I loved it.
Thank you for thinking of me amid the bombings and sleepless nights that you continually encounter.
The stars and the moon light the desert sky.
I often wonder if you are gazing up at the same star as I am.
A bit of a romantic, these are my thoughts tonight.
My needs transcends from an innocent wish placed upon a falling star to the fiery passion of a woman's need.
It has been many candle lit nights since I have known the touch of a man.
It is by choice that I keep myself hungry until your return.
It would take no more than a single request from you and I would wait yet another lifetime to feel your touch.
Not unlike so many other nights of unfulfilled desire, I lay here alone.
It is your eyes that a seek.
Perhaps, someday I will find your eyes resting peacefully beside me.
Until then, I will embrace the fantasy and hold you in my dreams.
Yours, Lori

L.A.McNabb
Wed. 06 Oct. 2004
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved








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