Pirates

i asked a friend,
a she,
why she wanted
so much
to be by the sea.

it makes me
feel free,
she said to me,
i want an island
and to swim you see?

i get that,
i said,
but tell me now,
why an island,
not an archipelago?

it could be
an isthmus
or a peninsular,
i don’t give a fuck,
as long we are

pirates building
in the sand,
salt in our hair,
your cock
in my hand.

12.07.07 | Categories: erotica, poetry, women are beautiful | Tags: cocks, freedom, friends, geographical terms, nothing about vampires, pirates, sand, sea, the sea | 41 Comments