57. Unknown Of Her Chastity.

Oh my mistress does to me,
things unknown of her chastity,
treats that boil of my lust,and
betray her demure portrayal.

Understanding my empty vessel
she still floats, and
tosses the flotsam
of my remaining wreck.

My tempest, my white horses, and
my rising tide.

Without her unselfish, naked storm,
the doldrums and calm
silence my soul of passion,and
take the life from my near retired heart.

As she displays her love for my eyes,
I am feasted and full of joy
that I am deemed a worth
of her saviour.

Sights unseen by any,
are cherished and reviewed
Until my ship does voyage again
full of sail.

With her at the helm
and on the maidenhead too,
her hand pilots my course without touch
and gently now awaits.

The docking in her sheltered harbour,
lashed and moored.
Once more together
in her protective haven.

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