The siren echos
Her seductive tease,
You can hear the calls
Through desperate pleas.
She is intoxicating
Down to the core,
Which your body craves
The depth of more.
Calling you through
Ears of ignorance,
She is absorbing
All your innocence.
Fear for the men
Aboard the ships,
It’s trickery to the senses
The song from her lips.
Her heart has depth
Men have drowned,
It all starts with lust
And a heavenly sound.
K
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Nicely done ☺️
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Wow I loved this!
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Cucokld fantasy of wife , my stories. U will loved it
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Oh that was gooood!!!!!!
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Your welcome ❤️
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Deep and poignant words so well penned.
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Welcome.
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Rum is back!
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Just me drinking rum and sailing seas looking for sirens lol x
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Ha!Ha! Maybe, one day, Milady, I shall meet you on the high seas with a bottle of rum!
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well-knitted words.
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Thank you x
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