Hell bent
Plundering the Caribbean, you couldn't count, the treasures made, by the Poet Pirate and his partner the beautiful Blushing blade
The mere sight of their jolly Rodgers flying high upon their masts, was enough to put fear into any man, they gave up their booty fast
Gold Doubloons and Silver coins, chests stacked in their cargo holds, with each successful plunder, they simply got more bold
Striking fear throughout the Sea, the Kings navy tried their best, but no one could catch them, their ships were faster than the rest
Two Ships with Fifty cannon, with crews that loved to fight, it would take more than the Kings Navy to turn their wrong to right
But in the quiet of the Sunset, the ships weighted anchor beside each other, the Poet Pirate would swing across to be with his Pirate lover
He never had to fight her for that kiss, somehow they fell in love, maybe it was the nights on deck, with the stars and moon above
They would study the maps and trading routes, decide where they'd strike next, have dinner and drink some Rum and it ended up with sex
He was full of a firey passion, she had a heart just of lust, together they made love like a maelstrom, sex full of lust and thrust
A passionate forceful storm, in which no ship could surely last, waves of love crashing against their hulls, for hours it would last
Once the storm was over, in calmer waters they both would lay, held in a Pirates loving embrace, until the break of day
Then they would say goodbye, to his ship the Poet Pirate went, then off they'd sail for plunder, for more gold they were hell bent
THE KINKY POET