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| A cargo ship out on the sea It's belly full of goods The crew consists of ne'er do wells A bunch of thieves and hoods "The ship is cursed" I heard them say All sailors would agree But in the end a motley bunch Would take her out to sea The sea is rough the wind is hard She rattles and she creaks A steady flow of briny foam Runs down in brownish streaks The decks are hushed there's not a sound The crew is fast asleep But just below deep in the hull There comes a gentle weep Amid the shadows of a lamp A crate stands all alone Inside a box that's made of oak And trimmed in polished bone A whispered voice speaks soft and low To no one it would seem But yet it fills the mind asleep With sweet erotic dreams "Come to me love, I need you here" "I'm feeling such despair" "Please come to me and let me out" "To take a breath of air" "The voyage long, and I've been here" "Sealed up inside this box" "Come to me now my dearest love" "And open up these locks" A sailor stirs as thoughts drift in His dream seems oh so real He hears the voice that speaks to him A voice that he can feel He rises up from his warm bed Intent and hellish bent He's on a quest to find the voice Perhaps it's heaven sent |
| He makes his way across the bow The sea is rather still He finds his way to lower decks Alas to do her will "I'm over here come to me now" "I've waited oh so long" Her voice is soft and soothing As she sings her night time song With trembling hands he reaches out To open up the crate But little does he know right now That he has sealed his fate The lantern flares a bright white light The air is calm and still She steps out of the shadows To use him at her will Her eyes are dark alluring pools Of wanton lust indeed Her lips anticipate the flesh That will fulfill her need "My name is Mia of the dark" "I'm so alone down here" She said those words with just her mind And drew the sailor near Her parted lips so succulent So wet with liquid lust Expose the need she hungers for Her body writhes and thrusts The dance begins erotically She savors every drop She rolls the sailor with a force She now is on the top In ecstasy they move as one The rhythm finds it's beat She can't control her wanton lust She needs to feel his heat With sweet sensations of the night As bodies move as one She lunges forth, she drinks him in Alas her deed is done Copyright 2004 By Johnny Wheeler Copyright 2004 By Johnny Wheeler |
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