Captain Cur

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Royal Garden Of My Youth, (Love Letters From A Lady Of Renown) - Poem by Captain Cur

Mon amant de la mer,

With what intrigues would you buy my sweetened fruit,
sliced by your knife and held wickedly in your hands;
soft flesh grown in the royal garden of my youth
its earthy tartness sending pleasure to your glands.
By what deeds do you claim the privilege of my lips
and speak of love's uncharted waters to the world,
to recount the joys and mastery of your ship
in your arms embrace an adoring peasant girl.

Loquacious


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, May 26, 2014


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