There’s a mouth in the sea
that is damp & dark.

I visit to give these men
a good, wholesome time.

The only light shines
from their golden teeth as they
laugh, I’m the real treasure.

We play a game where they have
to guess what seasoning’s been
sprinkled inside my pussy — Paprika!

One cries. Cardamom, another. 
One predicts poppy from the black
seed wedged between his teeth.

Nope! I giggle, hear a groan
from the corner, the sad pirate

(broke horse) ugly bum
of the bunch: Mixed seasoning.

I linger, part the grey 
beard netting his silver lips.

You’re right, I say,
then lean in, kiss.