THE ULTIMATE LOVER

By Nolan Moon

Beneath a starry dome,
Riding on bits of salty foam. Sailing life's giver,
Her power will make you shiver.
She can love like a kitten or fight like a cat.
Make you think you're in heaven, or wonder where hell is.
She's the ultimate lover; She's under then over.
Not a giver but a taker, the boldest forsaker.
You'll think She's only for thee, this blue lady bitch the sea.
She's had every man the land would give her, She'll not be amused of what are or wonder.
She'll take you when ready not a moment sooner, by light of the sun or darkness of lunar.
She'll cast off your body and rob from your soul, the blame is on you, and you signed the salty role.

She's the ultimate lover; She's under then over.

Not a giver but a taker, the boldest forsaker.

You'll think She's only for thee, this blue lady bitch the sea.

You can sail her with your ships of wooden and oar, and give what She wants and then a bit more.

She's the master of those who pierce her blue skin; She'll take your boys and return them men.

Soon come the day, when She'll give you nigh,

Then you will know, She'll not give in until you die.

She's the ultimate lover; She's under then over.

Not a giver but a taker, the boldest forsaker.

You'll think She's only for thee, this blue lady
Blue lady bitch
... The sea.