Harbouring Halloween
It was the dark of the moon
the dark goddess came out
and she wore white lace
to seduce and bewitch with a pout.
She danced to her inner music
and he watched, in a trance
while she turned and twirled
weaving her erotic love dance.
Then they undressed each other
slowly, languidly, with the tide
this except for her lacy G string,
which he gently moved aside.
Revelling in her juiciness
he licked and teased her venus mound
while she leaned to find handholds
on the Nav. table and all round.
Then, with her legs in the air
and her body open wide
the dark of the moon reflected in his eyes
as he slid gently inside.
The yacht rocked gently
under the Horn-ed moon
the lapping of the sea water
kept rhythm with their sexy tune.
Did anyone in the marina hear
their moans of passionate sex?
Her quivers and gasps of ecstasy?
His tremendous climax?
Perhaps only the fish
under the boat’s keel
sheltering from the storm
out in the Keppel sea….
