SIREN CALL
SIREN CALL
After she opened her door to me
She said she’d sensed me from afar
Was this actually some kind of ESP
Or could she have been an avatar
The eyes said it all, glowing bright
A powerful attraction led me here
Now I can’t let her out of my sight
A willing prisoner, it would appear
This way and that, but ever higher
I am floating like a kite in the wind
She must know my heart is on fire
It’s there where all hope is pinned
Then upon entering I hear her song
And no longer have any power left
Flesh is weak but my heart is strong
But of all willpower I’m now bereft
Now I will readily become your slave
As a man of substance, not a knave
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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