I feel the soft caress of the salty slight sea breeze
Gently she strokes my cheek to set me at my ease
And peppers me with kisses as a virgin so to tease
Deny her I cannot for she is my sacred Muse
Command me as the gods she may for I am hers to use
Defy she may the lords above and I would aid the ruse
Subtly and silently she whispers in to my ear
“Come to me beloved, you I hold so dear
Give yourself unto me so I may hold you near”
And so I go unto her, my empress, my love
At last she does embrace me my fair and sweetest dove
Kisses me deeply on the mouth so take me from above
