I kept no thought of lovers in my heart
Until the time I saw my vision play
The problem how the conservation to start
As she kept her beaus at bay
The lobster pot my favourite tool
To leave within the depths and watch
The evening light, the waters cool
The shadows long, the fire does catch
I traced my hungers of the day
As embers burned, the fire gives way
To night time dreams, who should I lay?
My vision came in bright array
Her swirling skirts did she remove
Divest her panties in my room
She rode me hard, I did approve
Whilst in my hand her flower did bloom
This vision of my heart is true
The scent which from her body flow
Brought life and vigour, taste her dew
She rides my tongue as I bestow
These words I write, form in my heart
I see her there, I stroke her cheek
Deep passions there, not just in part
My hopes are buoyed, my cock is sleek
This lobster pot it brought such joy
To touch, caress my vision deep
It quells my fears with pure alloy
My lobster pot’s catch, I need to keep
