A siren crests the waves
Naked glory
In the rising sun
Hair of seaweed and sand
She called in the fey voice of a thousand birds
For me alone
And though I knew
My heart raced; blood quickened
Following her beckon
A story old as time
Thrown about by the waves
Until her arms steadied me
Erotic rhythm
The soft firmness of perfection
Hard peaks rolled under my fingers
Until she hissed savagely, another trill
In a song of blood lust
Turn the cogs in the sky
Grind the universe to a halt
As we submerge
A last extasy
Rushing to every cell
I am hers
