The Siren’s Call

She stood there sure, a creature of myth Draped in the hush where shadows drift A silhouette too perfect for flesh and blood Her pose pure grace, an accidental god Her dress caught wind, it curled and sighed Then clung, then slipped, then danced, then lied A warm laugh rose, a carefree chime A playful aura, a sight sublime My path ran close, it passed right by A brace for calm, no change in stride As I drew near, a flash of dimples Her hair fell long, a dance of ripples A leisured stretch redrew her form Her legs, her waist, her breasts, her storm Not meant to tempt, not meant to flaunt A cat’s repose of nonchalant This mad desire, takes its toll I’ll wreck our ship, fight for control This feels like… The Siren’s call! Without aware, my route did shift A tug of star on comet’s drift No mast to bind, no wax, no crew Just breath held tight and passing through My gaze stayed fixed a beat too long Her outline burned, a guilt was born She never looked, she never knew Yet left me cracked, split clean in two Behind me now, the spell unwinds The urge of body, sex, and mind I stumble forwards free of grip To warmth of home and waiting lips This mad desire, takes its toll I’ll wreck our ship, fight for control This feels like… The Siren’s call! Then round the bend, a sight majest The buried beast won’t give me rest It brings me thrills… [dramatic buildup] and ceaseless tests Woooo hoooo… The Siren’s Call