Oh, how you’re home to me, I’m always at rest in your arms. ..
Added 2023-05-14 21:14:24 +0000 UTCOh, how you’re home to me, I’m always at rest in your arms. Soft, sedate and sweet you render me You make me y0ung, and innocent again. But my body is a sailor, A pirate queen. Savvy at sail on the stormy sea. She is wind whipped and crass, With a devilish sparkle in her dark eyes. Hard and heavy she moves, Her hands wear time like diamond rings. She sings of lost lovers, She raves at the moon, And rages over bottles of Caribbean wine. She is a force, A tornado of freedom. She’s a natural at destruction. But in her nature she spreads life around the way a bee carries pollen. Her restlessness is a mission that I no longer try to understand. But you are the shore upon which we land. Still, my pussy sings like a siren, She wants more to devour. With you she’s a flower, that opens to be seen. Can I trade an empire world to be one man’s queen? I dream of a swallow, Tattooed on my chest. I think of my sisters. I yearn for home. I consider building on your land, Taking root, Commuting myself to the infirmary of love. But my body is still the captain. And my heart is still a bee. I love you deeply baby, But sailors love the sea. -poet queen
