Like any complex symphony the pace turns into a crecendo, gaining momentum with every note, with every word, promising with enchanted melodies and innuendos that promise to disclose deep and luscious secrets, as well as blood, sweat and no tears!

La Belle Red & Ole Dog Captain Ed (Part Three)


by Edvard the Elder


They anchored in a little bay of a little island
just a flue speck on any ship’s captain charts,
a low rock of thousand by five hundred lengths
with hardly vegetation but a beach full of sands,
Ole Dog Captain Ed named the island La Belle,
because like a naked sleeping woman she was like,
and wrote in code its position in a secret log
to know where was the gold when coming back.

The party went for many hours and exhausted
Temptress crew fell asleep in maiden’s arms,
but not the four that the Captain Ed kept alert
to go ashore with the booty for his pension time,
that is, if pirates get to choose how long it goes
or if anybody chooses for him where to hang,
anyway, he was content of his good fortune,
and the soft skin of La Belle Red under his hand.

Six heavy chests full of gold, silver and precious
stones, the bloody Spaniards booty from afar,
they greedily had slaughtered many innocents,
it was Justice that they paid for it with their lives,
now four oars took them to the little island
which not for long would be covered with dark,
side by side the six chests were deep buried with
a curse to any robber by the bodies of four guards.

Back on the ship they found a deep peaceful silence
and to the Captain chambers to end a very hot night
Ole Dog Captain Ed didn’t need to tell no intentions
as he gave to La Belle Red’s rump a friendly clap,
getting a mischievous look and a very defiant one
telling him if to fulfill her desires he was ready again
as her hand brushed coquettishly under his belt
founding that her pirate was as they said…very hard!

After securing the door with iron bars, just in case,
La Belle was disrobed by desire’s trembling hands
ripping his shirt open she buried her face on his chest
rum, tobacco and sweat assaulted her senses, her man
tasted on her tongue the spices of untold promises
and becoming overwhelmed of him she took a bite,
but now she was nude and effortlessly he lifted her, and,
with Belle on bed, buried his face between in her thighs.




TO BE CONTINUED...