In my eyes you can glimpse my heart
adrift on the fiery sea of your form,
the glint there: my sails waiting to be moved
by the peppery scent of you,
the teasing storm of your whether,
then, at last, the slick fury of your thighs…
Seize command! Take rudder in hand!
Guide this vagabond vessel to port!
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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2012
O'Driscoll's Take on the World 