. Kalypso sports within the waves luring sailors to watery graves but if they make it to her isle there they may tarry for a while.
Food and wine are given a'plenty, they are rocked into lust so gently, Nymph, Maidens, Bacchanalian revelry lead the sailors into darkest devilry.
*** and sin are openly displayed, a salacious procession, ***** parade, And all men their vices expressed seek the comfort of Kalypso's breast, her hospitality soothes, allays their fears as she slowly steals away their years.
Shake out your shining tresses, Love Undress their dark contour as the pink stars rise And drowse around the smoke-ringed moon, Like roses in a whiskey glass. Take time to dream a dream, my Love, Tresses fallen across the curve of your face -- Sleep away the late summer moon, Spooning the stars asleep in pink lace.
Lay down your weary bones, my dear, Stretch out on vanilla feather-winged dreams My whisky rose petal kisses blown into the night Finding you on glittered opalescent moonbeams Grab hold of pink-starred sweet slumber As silken tendrils puddle upon your chest Tangled up in each other's lithe limbs Our blissful hearts beat together in tender rest