Port of Call
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Sailors seen as a lustful sort
Beautiful girl in every port
On ocean blue you quickly learn
Not every ship promised return
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So, we make hay while the sun shines
Spend land-locked nights in love’s entwine
We seek love where and when we can
Bane of life to seafaring man
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Brave men so tan, so strong and true
Muscular frames wrapped in navy blue
Eyes that have seen a larger world
Can turn the head of local girls
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The island inks that paint our arms
Our quiet strength and worldly charms
For all our raucous, rowdy noise
The innocent maids love bad boys
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For them, we are a chance to see
Beyond their small life by the sea
To live life more adventurous
Adrenaline so dangerous
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Thus, we dally in our leisure
Partaking of all their pleasures
For both, the unspoken and known
The sea will come to call him home
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Beautiful girl in every port
Sailors seen as a lustful sort
But if the truth is to be told
A few each seaside port would hold
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For these ladies, you need not cry
A passing ship will soon seek dry
Another worldly, salt-cured crew
Returns lustful from ocean blue
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“Salt cured crew” wow that is perfect and beautiful.
Good one
Thank you kindly, Shashi!
The sea brings them together and takes them apart
She is a hard mistress, the sea….🌊
Merciless at times
There rings a truth in these words, and gives us land-lovers a chance to see how living on and for the sea is different.
Thanks sis! There is something about being so far from land that you begin to forget that it exists.
Even though I sailed with the “puddle navy“ ad the Navy lads called us (USCG), still loved the water, and we ruled the whole Caribbean!
I have surmised from the places you have lived that being near the ocean was always something important to you. There is salt water in our veins my friend!
Oh yes! It must be near the ocean, a river just won’t do…
I love this so much. I have met a sailor or two in Wilmington. They danced with me, walked on the beach and were grateful and happy to hold my hand and to have someone to talk too, as was I. Generally lovely gentlemen.
This is a sweet poem Brad. 🤗❤️love Jonikins
Then you well understand the allure and charm associated with a man in uniform. Generally lovely, but not always gentlemen. Thank you Jonikins!
Well of course I know what you mean. A man had to have my heart fully to get more than conversation and a night of tender kisses. I never met a sailor or a man in the army who wasn’t a gentleman, not to me anyway. Sending big hugs Brad. 🤗🤗🤗hug’s Jonikins
those Navy guys have quite the life!
Those were the days, my friend! Thank you!
guys like me didn’t stand a chance…
Might have been challenging in your youth, but in the end you were the real winner!
I did get lucky!
It’s interesting why people are attracted to the edgy and elusive. Maybe it’s the romantic notion of living a life on the move.
Or a deep desire to marry into citizenship. Either way, it made for rich hunting grounds when it came to love. Thanks Pete!
Oh, how I love a man in uniform. I have also fallen victim to “muscular frames wrapped in navy blue.” It’s hard to resist a handsome man who has been away from home so long. Especially if he’s a sweet talker. 😉❤
They are all sweet talkers when they get ashore. Although, I would like to think that I was exceptionally gifted. I hope so, because God knows I can’t fit in the uniform anymore…..😁
You are exceptionally gifted. There’s no denying you have a way with words, and have made me swoon many times. The outfit is just the cherry on top.