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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The seas swell with saccharine sighs and stir my seaman's obsession with blonde pleasures, but treachery’s buried in treasures feminine-gold. A flute, a lyre, their voices nectar-dipped in danger. Temptation burns with Hades-flames on sunset waters; sea-devils, those she-devils are salt-in-wound and sugar sweet. Ooh songstress sisters, please just a taste; a kiss on lips that set fire to desires with your song. My sailor’s appetite hungers for your honey, whet by curves, wet and flowing with fanned betta fins. Ship's mainmast in full sail, filled with your chanting gales to get there, find you, possess you, surrender to you. Lessons of unholy-lore lost in depths of forbidden allure; tidal surge drives my male urge upon damsel-damned rocks. Scree, with greed drowns the sinking screams. Cursed corpses litter seabed in breath-less murk. Oh songstress trio, so fluid, so corrupt. Your flute a primal plea, your lyre a trembling snare. Soprano hymns shiver moon-shimmer on water as wind-songs commit mortal sins. Fallen angels’, your sea-mist-sighs are my lyric doom to die. Black waves frothy like pints of ale undulate with serpentine virgins; weavers of wind and wave and spindrift spite. This sailor’s fate awaits escape in vain. My bane, their sunlight-tresses turned a seaweed tangle. In temptress threads I'm wrapped before I’m dead— cold embrace of death in shallows, a mariner’s gallows. Gull, a laughing witness fades in clouds. Knows my sailor’s crossed bones will brine. Opiate of the sea: my soul’s shipwreck, their ecstasy. My blood, throbbing with lust, a poor warrior against sirens’ maelstrom-song spinning my demise.
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