A Pirate Looks At Seventy
Published in
May 23, 2021
When I was a pirate
and you were my plunder,
limbs akimbo,
clothes asunder,
eyes like oceans,
moans like thunder,
sailing beneath
silken sheets.
When I was a pirate
and you were my plunder…
Everything felt
wild and free.
More riot than quiet.
Rogering to
wanton ecstasy!
Oh what a world of wonder!
Arrrgh!
How thrilling to be
a happy pirate and
his libertine lady.
