As she looks at the calm sea,
The crescent moon staring down,
And drinks her wine for her fee.

She smiles and thinks of the three,
It's over now, it is done,
As she looks at the calm sea.

Maybe she'll slice up some brie,
A wisp of breeze gentles her,
And drinks her wine for her fee.

It's over, she has the key,
A mere towel around her waist,
As she looks at the calm sea,

Wine like blood of he and she,
Killed them both in her own bed,
And drinks her wine for her fee.

Two rouge lovers she found out,
She heaves a sigh of relief,
As she looks at the calm sea,
And drinks her wine for her fee.

©October 14, 2019 / Jerry Pat Bolton