THE SEAMAN

I caught a glimpse as he stared out the window.

The beautiful vision I would capture

Forever in my mind.

The seaman

So angelic looking

In the soft light.

Only the inside of my body

And the bed sheets still tied

to the bed post will tell otherwise.

The seaman:

Now I know why

They call him a salty dog.

Promiscuous and wild

The only goal was to release and go.

And release he did

All over me

Again and again.

I can still taste the salt

From the sea.

Or maybe the secretion

That flowed from him to me.

It was the seaman

or maybe it was the semen

That I tasted.

Every last drop

He made sure

Went unwasted.

I did not think I could take

All that he demanded.

But the seaman did not

take no for an answer.

I would be his for the night

Until he was satisfied 

With the task at hand.

By remembering last night

And seeing him now,

All I can do is stare.

Naked with nothing 

But his sailor cap on,

The only request he would fulfill. 

The day broke

As he prepared himself for departure.

He whispered not a word

As he put on his uniform.

Lean but strong

He looked into my eyes.

Grabbing my Butt cheeks

He told me he would be back

But not to wait.

This seaman 

Or maybe his semen

I could still taste.

The stranger 

Staring out the window

Salty as the ocean itself.

The taste will always remain.