I begin to write subdued and meek

but ever grasping the ring I seek.

As we circle back a final time

I grab the ring. It’s finally mine.

I was told the ring would bring reward,

that the quest could end in death by sword

The modern sword a mortar shell.

Hit the ground or run like hell.

Tuck and roll as I hit the ground

to distant exiting chopper sound.

Extracting wounded fathers and mates

Made the risk worth all of Satan’s gates.

Take that you demon ass wipe prick.

Fuck you and your hoards you make me sick.

The victor is me this one more time

As the chopper lands I commit no crime.

From this horrible dream I wake and weep.

My love at my side so soft asleep.

I slither down my tongue twixt her thighs

I’m instantly soothed tasting sexual pies.

Her hips begin to beg me in

I taste her sleep. She’s my best friend.

Her eyes still closed as they slowly wake

to ever growing passions quake

My tongue inside her deep and sweet

She wakes to quivering waves of heat.

Exploding like a powerful mortar shell

but this is heaven, not pure hell.

So when my dreams harken back to war

I awake to her loving and juicy core.

I please her passion to start the day

And set the tone and we’re on our way.