I must admit on opening your gift
an equivocal smile passed my lips,
what you penned inside your luscious note
sent waves of laughter throughout my boat.
“Should thee be made to walk the plank,
should thee suffer lesser rank,
should thee sink thy wooden sloop
or be meat in savage soup,
take this loving dagger here
from thy love and lady fair
before thee breathes thy final breath
press it through thy pirate chest.”
“But if thee live to see the dawn
I will be your sensual pawn.
Inscribed on the dagger’s hilt;
“Loquacious feels no shame or guilt.”
Mount me in thy dagger’s sight
take me at thine will’s delight.”
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