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| Posted by: Ed McGrath 30-Nov-2004, 11:44 PM |
| The Mistress You look lustfully at my firm belly and my small breast. My perfume fills your very being. You would seek fame and adventure through me! Sail upon me, sir, and I shall dance to the wind Raising my gray skirts and lifting my white petticoats about you. I shall let down my long green hair and destroy you! Pulling you down to my cold heart Your flesh shall feed my kingdom! Your widow will curse me, while your children shall seek me. Escape me? Never! Survive my dance and forever I will have your soul. As an old man, you shall sit at my shore, My scent always in your mind Waiting for the day that I claim your ashes By Ed McGrath A Pacific Mariner |
| Posted by: Irish Stepper 01-Dec-2004, 01:18 AM |
| I like it! |
| Posted by: dundee 01-Dec-2004, 09:50 AM |
| dont know if this is whats going on but.... here are some nice lyrics from a very talented writer...If you like songs and stories of the sea, new and old, you'll certainly enjoy Tom's singing, his stories and his recordings.  http://www.thedance.net/~tomlewis/ Deceptions by Tom Lewis Inside every sailor you'll find a young man, Itching to get to sea, soon as he can, To see all them pretty girls, dusky and brown, And to get far away from his boring home-town. Inside every sailor's heart you'll find a girl Who is constant and true, she's a jewel, a pearl, But she's like any other girl, happy or sad, It's just this one's in love with a wandering lad. Inside every kind of ship black, green or grey, There are men with their eyes fixed on things far away, Beyond the horizon, ahead or behind, Will the dream that they're searching for be what they find? Inside every sailor you'll find an old man, With rose coloured memories of where he began, Where he dreamed of pretty girls, dusky and brown, And he longs to get back to his boring home-town. |