Is she there to tease his senses
drive him crazy as he sails
the celibate salty seas.
Venus Goddess of love or, of torment.
Are you the dream he longs for
or,
does he really hold a woman
in his hand
Which is the smooth operator
and anyway
My mother used to say:
‘Never marry a sailor’
(not that I ever would)
when asked why she’d simply reply
‘Because they usually have
a girl in every port.’
I wonder.
~*~
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Everything about her was sensuous
even her silhouette
rich in mystique, as her long
tresses too swayed in time
with shapely hips.
See how she move
see how she groove
Yeah, Oh yeah,
they sang peering through
the darkness
whether the lyric
was right or wrong, nobody cared
it was her song
the alliteration sounded about
right and that’s all
that mattered.
Exterior stage spotlights dimmed
audience fell silent
it went completely dark
then the lights came back on
amidst flashes of kaleidoscopic colour and
in her trademark laid back, lilting fashion
true artist and star that she is
she began to sing.
~*~
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