The sun sends him screaming

from our ship,

chasing his youth,

into the bathroom,

blonde brushes into grey,

and he blushes,

as I swim closer.

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I kiss, coded,

along his bow.

India.

Sierra. Tango. India. Lima. Lima.

Whiskey. Oscar. Uniform. Lima. Delta.

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Safe in a lifeboat,

back in my arms,

he sinks back under the covers,

starts another sensuous storm.


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