Jealousies Of A Sensualist by Colin James

The dominant hierarchy had fostered a fabulous environment.
Emboldened it grew.
I had reason to lust after its participants.
Sailed my relationship land ship,
dropping off supplies if challenged
sometimes not seeming to leave anything.
They still nodded and waived appreciatively,
willingly built a larger docking area for me.
I even married one of their daughters.
It was an agreement I had methodically arrived at
from a selfishly promiscuous point of view.

I used to live in Chester and it is quite likely we met at The Bear And Billet.