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My Lover at the Helm

Sex on the high seas!
Sailin o'er the' high seas my love, me cutlass in me hand
Yer keepin' watch, steady as she goes,
Ahoy! when there's sight o' land

Steering a course, there for me, the riggin' fore and aft
I unbuckle me belt, lickin' me lips,
As I grasp yer rock hard shaft

Crashing through waves, a bounty, and a bottle o' grog
My berth is yours, not just to sleep,
Somewhere to suck yer cock!

Tackin' into th' wind, I order 'Let's splice the main brace'
I see you wink, a Jolly Roger,
Below deck I'm yours to taste

Chafin' wi' th' capstan locked, yer take me on th' bow
The binnacle slides, the compass spins,
I want it hard, I want you now!

Give me your length! I moan, with yer hands upon me bottom
We turn about, hard to port,
I want yer to fill me wi' yer flotsam

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