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Feb 06, 2006 19:15

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rockinrehab February 7 2006, 03:21:38 UTC
Here lies our vessel, our serpent, our surfing sea creature
The sails crisp and bleached, the mast graced with your ample features.
And nary a barnacle can be found
We sailed our good ship into olde Hastings towne
Our compass was so sure we'd not run aground
My rudder dipped into warm waters and muddy
It rose dripping, stretching to reach you

The snake has a purpose, a journey, a mission, a meaning
Slowly he'll slither and gently he'll enter your clearing
He'll find you on old Daddy's big brass bed
The sheets and your snowy neck will soon be bright red
Your screams will become just more dreams in your head
And an aching to meet me will quiver inside you
Your North Star will guide you
F Dm D7
And sweating beside you I'm nearing

G Em Am D
Slow tides will beat on your shore
There's much more to beat on than ever before
G Em Am D
Oh I will sail to your shore
G Em F C
I want to cum deep in you and make you grow more
Bb Am Bb F
More, more than ever before

One day our vessel will go forth and bring home such glory
But now she's inside you just floating and growing her story
I wish I could give you the couch today
But the ache in my gut just won't go away
And it shows me the ocean, our halcyon days
When we'd rock with the motion of our humble half yacht
Our minds free of all thought
But now the gates lurch wide
And out goes the low tide

But I'll be yar, oh so yar
We might be near Philly but I can't tell how far
And you'll grow large oh so large
G C Bb C F
A vessel inside you, floating and growing out of you

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etchedonbone February 11 2006, 02:01:42 UTC
Well done my fair maiden. Swab my deck.

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