Daylight creaking up over the Atlantic
First light’s rays struggling over the sea
My bones seem to have a bit of rust
Better lubricate with some more coffee
Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’s
We don’t need carpets; red or otherwise
We only need our bare skin to touch
Ending with me whispering between your thighs
Captain Q 
A fair ending indeed. And a fine verse.
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Thank you! Coffee and my woman are all I truly need.
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Now that is a well defined and sweetly sensual life, Captain.
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Priorities make life much simpler!
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