Palpitations made him stop in his tracks
Until his heart began to beat normally
Listening, he could hear others fleeing to the north
So he continued fleeing eastward and hoped his pursuers would go in that direction
Except hope was extinguished when a slug ripped through his chest
So they planned to divide the bounty equally once they opened this chest
Pirates they may be, but they didn’t try to screw each other over, usually
Lust for gold was tempered by what the others would do if they found out
It surprised them all when they opened the chest, and nothing was there.
That’s when the guns and swords came out…
Fire climbing high into the sky
Lighting her eyes in a way that was magical
And the image made his heart skip a beat
Maybe that’s why it didn’t hurt as much
Even as the knife plunged deep into his chest
Jumping fists flying through the empty space
As breath explodes from her chest
Blow after blow on her imaginary opponent
Greg knew how to make quite an entrance
Radiating the machismo that defined 70’s porn stars
Allowing the room to take in his exposed furry chest
Nobody ever forgot that sight, ever
Despite paying their therapist many many ….
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Smelling your perfume on your pillow lingering with me in bed
Covers draped over my chest like your arm was
Every memory of you comes flooding back
Now you’re gone, so I get up and give your pillow another spritz.
That way I can wake up to you again tomorrow.
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The sand blew across the beach, stinging Ray’s face
Roaring waves ran themselves onto the shore
Everything screamed pirate to him
And to think the chest could be buried right below his feet
So many years ago his grandfather had hinted about this very place
Under the tropical sun, Ray was finally ready to prove the old man right
Reaching for his shovel he began to dig, looking for the possible riches
Eventually Grandpa laughed, picking Ray up and carrying him into the surf
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Sweet nothings flowed from his mouth
Obvious to her now, he didn’t mean a thing he said
Until that moment she thought they had a chance
Reality left a bitter taste in her mouth, and her stomach roiled
Exacerbating the situation further he kept staring at her friend’s chest
Displeased with the whole situation she left him stranded at the party
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