"siren, siren, with songs so saccharine, dragging me under with your charm and wit. my white sails flailing about in the whirling air of romanticism and intimacy, my bow breaking; the marbled wood splintering, salt water dilution. you pull me under the waves of desire, your hands so soft and words so tempting. slowly you drown me with your pleasure, watching me writhe as the air escapes my lungs. asking forgiveness once its too late; siren, siren, with songs so saccharine."

julythirtyfirst.