Storag
Late
at night I lay awake and dream such dreams of avarice
Mentally
running fingers through sweet treasures laid bare
Ivory
bones inlaid with glistening pearls and shining silver
How
precious they are clasped to my aching breasts tonight
I
dream of plundered jewelry gleaming against my mouth
As,
pirate that I am, I take captive the Captain of the ship
For
even in my dreams, dear Sir, I must continually fight
To
gain rampant wild desires in gleaming treasure troves
So
I imagine them to be, as I squirm about in fevered pains
Wishing
for just one night of peace, that can only be bought
By
blood of captive Captain singing in beats against my ear
By
fulfilling utmost desire, for now, to taste your bottom lip
You
know my love where my treasure lays and the madness
Of
wet, and waves, and gold, and jewels and all the other lusts
Give
me, then, surrender, Sir, and take from me mine as well
And
let us ride waves together, seeking treasure where we may
Not
to hide our golden moments or bide our silver tongues, love
To
share as gifts, freely given, letting the tides make new rules
Never
again to live as outlaws, nor yet in mundane existence but
To
become something else again, bought from treasure chests
Which
have long saved up their booty and now are set to serve
Our
own whims, love, our own laws, we who live in ships
Passing
in the night they were until the call rang out so clear
Land
Ho! – aye Love, so draw in and let us share these jewels
