Hazel-A Pirate Story
He wore a cloth white shirt accompanied
by a leather vest
with brown, baggy trousers full of dirt
tucked into rugged boots for best fit.
Deep, brown eyes and delectable pouty lips,
hidden under new morning scruff,
brush the surface of the mug he sips.
It did not hinder that he was handsome enough
to have the single women flirtatiously give him
what he wanted
with lips the color of rose and in boustiers they flaunted.
His cup-hilted rapier was secured tightly at his hip
as the seagulls squawed and the children stared
at the incoming ship.
The sun was setting along the horizon
casting a pink and yellow mist
silhouetting the wind and sails as they kissed.
The euphoria of the scene was so serene
in the sound of breaking water,
placid and pleasant on the dock he leaned
like animal about to slaughter.
He eyed the ship and was taken aback
as the captain then emerged.
There was no beauty she did not lack
for it was beyond any words.
Alluring eyes, strawberry lips, and ivory face
only accentuated her elegance and deadly grace.
A billowy blouse massaged her body, while
a sash at the waist pronounced femininity.
Supple boots adorned her thighs
as a fine diamond upon a finger.
Her sensual smell would leave you hypnotized
and her presence would forever linger.
The lady pirate and her crew needed a place to stay.
He gave her a word of warning and until the break of day.
He needed no more trouble for his already tired mind.
He would no hesitate to kill, for he did not like their kind.
He sat against the wall of a tavern,
the cold stones marking his skin,
as the thoughts of her began to burn
from every part within.
The aroma of fresh pies filled the air
strewn across a never ending table.
The atmosphere was that of a fair
enticing the least of the hungry and able.
He saw a shadow from around the wall
and gripped his sword in a haze
She stood solid and fearless as he began to crawl
and looked up to meet her gaze.
To be continued....
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