Love and War – Erotic Prose Poem

Veronica Love Erotica

by Veronica Love

 

They did not want to die virgins – The outline of her nude body – There were no restraints in France – Her fleshy-white thighs – Sex and mortality – her black silk stockings – A reward – and garter – for surviving battle – came off – or a refuge from imminent death – Fingers on her soft-silken pussy – Young British officers had money to spend – Her gorging breasts – Knew they stood a good chance – nipples like young, pink raspberries – of being killed within a few weeks – The way she moaned and arched her back.
WWIArtriumphFellow officers chose to visit the brothels of Paris – Several young women writhing and sucking each others’ breasts – A maison tolérée – The Madam – “blue lamp” – took him to an eight-sided room – a refined category of brothel – walls and ceilings entirely covered with mirrors – reserved by secret edict –

The only furniture a low divan – of the British army – luxurious – for the officer classes – on which this pretty little brunette displayed her charms – the misery of the trenches – opened her legs wide – A refuge cherished from the horrors of the first industrial war – She welcomed him most pleasantly – born in late Victorian Britain – her blue – tens of thousands – blue eyes – of young men – the scent of lilac – fear of imminent extinction – her honey tongue – dissolved sexual inhibition – She knew how to suck his cock and make him shudder.
Love and War Veronica Love EroticaThe shelling – She buried his head in her pussy with her slender hands – the slaughter – She went wild when he handcuffed her – the Western Front – to a wrought-iron bed – He had performed – He could suck her breasts for hours – heroic deeds for England – The way she loved to fuck – but also felt the need for a little love – The way she moaned – a little laughter – He grabbed her ass and fucked her.
Outside the room – the heat – young British officers – the sweat – drinking – building his desire – smoking – The way she touched herself and orgasmed – playing a battered piano beneath sensuous drawings – half-singing – pinned on walls – half-lusting – of young women wearing – loving – or half-wearing – radiant and beautiful – provocative clothes – made his heart ripple across his chest – German shelling – as he restrained his hard cock from climaxing – intensely – sweating – dangerous – so he could fuck her more – underground – fuck her again – war – those tender fuchsia lips. Dear God.
Bridges – heat and heavy breath – a railway station – her passion – devastated – fucking her silken tender flesh – vast craters – fuckingher heat – too large to have been created by an artillery shell – her cunt – a tunneller – 1915 – wet – served in France until 1919 – thrusting – burrowing – faster – beneath – faster – No Man’s Land – fucking faster – to blow up the German trenches – He cried out as he came – The shuddering in revulsion from death – collapsing in each other’s arms – one turns instinctively – listening to heavy breathing and heart beats – to love as an act to affirm the completeness of being –

Rested they breakfasted on an omelette – melon – and champagne.
Memories – lost love – Her name was Yvette – her pictures kept hidden – she was his favorite – locked away in a biscuit tin – Her scent still lingers on his fingertips – He never talked about it all these years – A lock of her hair – All we know is that he fell in love with a young woman in France – her garter – and that his family apparently discouraged him from marrying – Memories – He never talked about the Great War – brief physical encounters – Romantic love – not so easily suppressed – Right at the end of his life – Amour – he would talk about the young woman he had known in France – Je t’aime – He would become very emotional – Yvette – while talking about her – Je t’aime – He would even – Embrassez-moi – lapse – Yvette – into French – Je t’aimeJe t’aime – Je t’aime.

 

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3 thoughts on “Love and War – Erotic Prose Poem

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  2. Real delighted & amazed i am reading the loaf of ur erotic prose. I have even written many in stocks, perhaps yours, my love, i must admit, is something that’s beyond the faithful vulgarity of Eroticism. Highly treasured & recommend with honours. Absolutely, looking forward to reading ur work, Veronica.

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    • Oh, hello Darling Shivaum. So nice to have your luscious eyes over here on my site. xoxoxo Thank you. Slowly putting together another book, trying to finish edits on my erotic novella. I’m just one of those creative lounger types. Slowly goes it. Plus I have my secret missions that I’m on call for in the other world…. Have to mobilize at a minute’s notice…. Glad you liked it. Be sure to write a review! Post on Amazon or Twitter, pretty please! Have a happy winter solstice and think of the goddess reborn in you when the sun rises. Love, Veronica xoxoxo

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