Ahoy
land lubbers,
Shiver
me timbers,
Mottled
milk of hope,
Causing
my soul to grope.
Thick
and sturdy,
Ends
in bindings,
Gnarled
and warted,
Something
evil now thwarted.
Make
love happen,
Be
bolder than brass,
Take
the lead,
Supple
kisses I need.
Bind
me again,
Stow
your commands,
Hold
me tightly,
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