Poetry III

Personal project ( 2015 )

Fisherfolk dreaming of a catch by the shore;
casting charming baits, hooking up one, two or more.
Fancy cuts, fresh meat, sweet treats galore;
pretty eyes, quick minds, supple skin raw.
Fisherfolk feasting fast to sate a hunger tall;
more in the ocean, perhaps awaiting that last single catch to end it all.

The waters we fish in now may seem harder to navigate with stiffer competition, ambiguous intentions and all that open sexual mojo. Casual or serious, conservative or liberal; if you know what you want, then go get yourself some. 🍣

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