Lingering Taste Of Your Lips, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Desirous of a brief interlude
formidable forces mount on my ship,
for the lingering taste of your lips I sue
this poor depraved world for a parting kiss.
Since last we met, I have been commissioned
to waylay a sovereign merchant fleet,
terms of which clearly state, at my own risk.
I would suspect politically contrived.
Dear Lady, loquacious in your speech,
for the glory and pleasure of your eyes
my battles rage and though my days be few
may uncertain currents return me to you.