This was something I wrote while onboard
the USS Nimitz cruising around
the Mediterranean Sea 1982/83.
We had a bunch of different girls
who we would write dirty poems
and stories to. And then they would
send their own filth our way...
it was all so funny!
Wishful Thinking
Well look at this
We're still at sea with nothing to do
Sleeping on our backs
And thinking of you
Each day it gets harder
And harder still
Looking for someone
Someone to fill
Girls on our mind day and night
And sometimes more
Waiting to soothe our aching tools
That hate the feeling
Of being ignored
Slowly make my way
To the top of your bod
I look in your eyes
In agreement they nod
Kissing your mouth
Your ears your cheeks
I slide my way down your back
Saliva is building as I reach your breast
Which are fully swollen
Nothing you lack
Down to your stomach
Slippery sweat
Approaching your own
The best part yet
But I pass it by
And slide down your leg
And I reach your feet
Then toe by toe
I suck each one
Slowly... warmly... complete
Then I crawl
Between your wide spread legs
And take your lips in mine
And taste your fruit
Your sweet sweet fruit
Like licking the rim
Of some sweet tasting wine
To be continued...
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