by Mair

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16, August, 17-
Brest, France


The sky is black with rain clouds. Wind sweeps
down through the valley from the east. Thunder strikes
with every other heartbeat. My mind fills with images
of rain, yet those images have yet to appear. The
walls of my tent seem to shake from the impending
storm. As is lay in my makeshift bed feeling some what
secure, my mind begins to fill with images of him.
The smile on his face as he pulls me close makes
my heart begins to skip a beat. My spine starts to
tingle as the thought of his fingers unbuckling my
belt enters my mind. While lightening flashes outside,
I can almost feel his soft lips on my neck. He begins
to work his way down my chest ever so slowly. The
light kisses he bestows are making my body shake. Rain
begins to pound on the canvas roof as I throw off the
covers for suddenly I feel so hot, and I vaguely,
briefly wonder if that is the same sound he hears when
the wind batters the sails of his ship. My mind fills
the images of carnal lust that overwhelms us. Images
of unspeakable acts flow through me as my forehead
beads with sweat. His cries of passion fill my ears.
As the storms rages on outside, a storm of a different
kind rages on within me. Then, in an instant, my dream
is shattered.
I can not forget the taste of him, full and
sated in my mouth, or the tenderest sensitivities the
first night he found his divine way into my arms at
Mussilac. Oh the sweetest straining of his back to my
belly as I christened him properly into my embrace.
    I would be a fool to admit my growing love for him.
He is a as far above and below me as a dolphin is to
an eagle. If I were not an officer, you would find me
in his arms, aboard his ship. Those eyes of infinite
sadness and gentility, the mouth of sublime beauty,
like Adonis reborn! As our armies cross this foreign
soil, our blood red coats screaming to the skies, I
keep him close to my heart. Belike my Angel, my
longing.
    When shall you come unto me again, Salvation!
   

                       --Lord Edrington.

THE END

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