Plot of the Siren

I saw the undulating belly of the sea Sensuous and beckoning me Frilled dress of tides pulled up Over white thighs of sand Ripples of fingers from a caressing hand My eyes took the portrait like a cup My tongue lingered at its rim The siren's lips singing seduced me to sup And through the rocks my desires swim My hunger could not leave her supple thighs Softly whispering promising things to me I cross the hesitant beach to joy in glory.