The Tide Swings of the Heart

Weary travelers who struck out for the myth and the legend

Having reached that I do not fuckin care harbor

Contemplate the smooth comfort of breasts and nipples

And a pubic mound of hair

To run their fingers through

The beer is cold on the quayside

And every woman’s glance is a seeming invite

Of seductive pleasures

In isles of wild abandon

Dream cruisers inc.

Said the ship at the dock

I have wilder pleasures of deeper abandon

Beckoning on yonder tide

The sails whispered tugging at the wind

A sailor looked at the children

For a clue

To the way home

Some snickered

Others grinned

A little girl put her hand in the sailor’s paw

And He bend down to catch her whisper

His eyes brightened

His step straightened

At the simplicity of it

Wanting

It’s all in the wanting you know

He crowed

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