Blonde the day,
And blue the sea,
As far as the eye will see,
Waves lapping at her sides,
Salty kisses on her skin,
Ready engines on a whim,
Scanning the horizons swell,
Her thoughts a sailor understand,
Periscope in hand,
Her pulse, her engines ready,
Firing at her will,
Lusting for the kill,
Dive, dive, dive, the call,
Nowhere else to go,
But sliding down below,
Waves come, crushing over her,
Fire one, fire two,
Some explosions do ensue,
Engulfed her body sleek,
Dark her thoughts this ship,
Through the waves does slip,
Round and round she turns
Explosions overhead,
Crushing down instead,
Now up again the flaring nose,
To see the light of day,
With danger does she play?
Raptures delight her kiss,
Her slender frame is shivering,
And still her body quivering,
Blonde the day,
And blue the sea,
As far as the eye will see,
A true Walkyres song,
A smile a kiss,
Thousand fold her bliss,
Come again my friend she says,
She whispers come again,
Auf wiedersehn, auf wiedersehn.©
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Underneath the..... I love the images you paint here.... how big is that submarine anyway? Or should I ask Georg... (smile)
In Spirit,
Bear
Oh, sorry, my dirty old brother Georg already said that!!
Tah tah!
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen