You have released
the Kraken.
The mighty eye opens,
thrusting to the swelling surface.
I come for you in waves,
fists strapped to the starboard bow.
Your tentacles are draped
like twisted sea dreads
swaying across your varnished shoulders.
I am the captain’s daughter.
You are the mutiny of FUCK,
painted and tainted with exotic tattoos,
canon balls crashing
against my soft ocean innocence.
I am the salty, white foam
and the shackled brown curls.
You are the rage
of maritime tempest.
Daddy’s never seen
his little girl
ride a seahorse so hard
though I warned him
straight up
about the riptide.








Riding a seahorse…never thought of that!
Yeah, well… one of my fantasy creations… if you’d like to saddle up! Thank you for reading, Adagio!
You come up with fantastic imagery
Thanks, girl! I like the ocean. I was a pirate in another life.
Mm, hmmm
LOL. Is that a motherly mmm hmmm or someone with a naughty mind?
You nailed it.
I’m glad you think so, Thomas. Thank you!
I was carried away by a riptide once, Kitten, and now you’ve just carried me away once more. Stirring, salty and foamy xx
I’m glad you didn’t drown, baby. I have plans to smother you.