Harbour Side
The moon this night
Is ours
My very special friend
Tis ripe and ready for
The taking
Bathe naked in its glow
And stack those pretty
Smiles of yours
In row pon row on row
Then keep those eyes
Wide open gazing
Glazed till overcome
He wants to take you
By the harbour
Where gulls bad boys and
Voyeurs queue and argue
Each vying for a better view
Yes twas there in spite of
Saline sea sprayed wetness
Each enjoyed so much
That both were overcome
Face down and barely moving
Pleading long and loud tho
Like they’d not done since
They were very very young
Oh’ love I need to feel you
Pulsing pushing stroking
Do come inside I beg thee
Then afterwards when
Hardly breathing aching tho
On harbour side until the very
End of ends I’m yours
My very very special friend