Her Siren's Horn

The known unknown, she’s somewhere out there The home wrecker, there’s something about her Seemingly innocuous, a deadly secret like slow poison Vainglorious, she renders other women heartbroken Her kisses are sweeter and her caresses are softer Somehow, her means and ways exceedingly better Enigmatic, magnetic, men drawn to her like the sirens Their hearts forlorn, they sneak out from their wives for hers They crave her like the blue hue of the moon envelopes the night Mesmerized and hypnotized, they’re no closer to finding out She’s unpredictable and unstable like a bubbling volcano They wonder in solitude, but possessed by her, don’t care to know