| Imagine...Surrender |
Author: Sesen
Date: 01-16-12 12:54
Imagine…Surrender

Imagine…standing on the deck of a mighty galleon…waves pounding against the bow…and hearing your Captain’s orders over the turbulent sea…”Full Canvas!”
When did you last have sea spray in your hair? Or feel the brisk wind on your face? Or the hot sun reflecting off the sea, warming your cool skin?
Imagine…holding tight to a sail’s rigging…and feeling the ship roll and toss about…the deck moving under your feet…the smell of old oak, tar and salt…always the salt…
When have you marveled at the beauty of your ship in the brilliant sunshine? Or held your breath as your Captain climbed precariously to the top of the tallest mast?
Imagine…knowing the sea’s pulse by holding the ship’s wheel…or feeling the power and might, the massive energy of a fierce storm just by touching your Captain’s arm as he navigates through the danger…
Could you hear the soft caressing splash of the waves…and the cries of sea gulls as your ship lay anchored on glassy smooth waters?
Imagine…the complete thrill and awe when the “skull and crossbones” are raised to the topmost mast…or the ear-deafening roar of the cannons firing…again…and again…
Did you smell the acrid cannon smoke as it filled the air? Feel the ship’s timbers shake and rattle to their very core with each blast? Feel your eyes sting, each tiny cut burn, taste the biting and bitter sea salt as the waves crash over the ship’s rails?
Imagine…the fear in the faces of the crew…and looking into the brave, steely stare of your Captain’s eyes…
Have you heard the ring of your Captain’s sword as it is drawn from its scabbard…or the cold chilling sound of his pistol…cocked and then fired?
Imagine…the tales of sea monsters and battles fought…of treasures found…and then the peaceful, sweet nights of lying in your Captain’s arms…feeling his body entwine with yours…knowing he is safe and sound…
Have you run your fingers over your Captain’s sea-soaked coat, untied his torn sash, removed his old worn leather belt…and found his sword’s blade stained with blood?
Imagine… seeing the glint of gold in your Captain’s eyes as he opens an old wooden treasure chest…or hearing his laughter, like music, as he drinks a pint of rum…
Have you sat worried far into the night as you watched your Captain, intent on making a chart to some unknown island…and then more long sleepless hours yearning for his safe return from a perilous voyage?
Imagine…walking along a crystal-white beach…your Captain’s hand encompassing yours…the palm trees swaying, dancing in the warm breeze…the entire world aglow with his smile…
When did you last stand on the deck, staring at the shimmering stars…your Captain’s arms around you, keeping you warm…as the moon bathes you both in its mystical blue light?
Imagine…the taste of his sweet lips, hearing his soft whispers and feeling his braided hair fall around you…the smell of his skin…warm, a hint of sea salt…completely male…totally erotic…
When did you last cry from sorrow at his leaving…and then from joy at his passion and tenderness? When did your heart melt? When did your soul tremble, when did his eyes, his touch, his body…his love…take you to paradise?
Loving a pirate Captain and his world means all these things…all the senses come alive…and you surrender to them all. Surrender…


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