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The Sailor’s Fear…His Mistress! (Inspired by Cee’s wonderful photos. Thank you, Cee)

14 Nov

Horny doggies and children play around her skirt. Men photograph her. The sun adores her. Lovers, long after midnight, do their courting beneath her while dead men rise under her. Yet, come what may, she remains stoical, serene, standing alone above the meringue topped waves. There is no denying her beauty.

Slender, curvy, she carries her height with dignity; neither shivering, nor retreating in the face of nature’s onslaught. Don’t look for toes – don’t imagine breasts to feed a wanton child, for she has none of these. No silk panties beneath the fall of her dress. There’s no biting of her ass, no brushing of hair, for she is excited only by the north wind; a wind that whistles a requiem for the passing leviathans. She needs no extra bed clothes, nor has any appetite for sleep. No legs will she spread, yet sailors have yearned for the direction of her beam.

She’s as much at home with tragedy, and catastrophe, as she is tranquillity. Those men not blessed by the sympathy of her Fresnel glance, run the risk of journeying to hell.

Seas rise and fall, while sulky squalls, like angry mobs, attack her aloofness. ‘Come close at your peril.’ That’s Arena’s message, every six seconds, of every day.

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(Point Arena Lighthouse)

http://ceenphotography.com/2014/11/14/victory-is-mine/

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Posted by on November 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

3 responses to “The Sailor’s Fear…His Mistress! (Inspired by Cee’s wonderful photos. Thank you, Cee)

  1. Cee Neuner

    November 14, 2014 at 10:17 pm

    Ahh I’m so glad that I may have inspired you to post a lighthouse. I so adore them. Well done 🙂 🙂 Thanks for the ping back.

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  2. lifelessons

    November 15, 2014 at 4:41 am

    Fooled me…I thought she was the moon for the longest time. And aren’t you a naughty one, biting bottoms and fooling readers to boot?

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  3. kellyshaw2001

    November 15, 2014 at 2:16 pm

    Ah, dear Judy, it is so…her name was Susan Rafferty…daughter of Jack Rafferty, the islands only policeman. She married Billy Harrison, but for the longest time she wore the tooth Billy knocked out when he learned of my triumph! Tis but a painful memory that still shines my heart. Twas the first, I’ll admit, followed by those little peaches that were my children’s after a bath and before talc!

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