The Siren’s Call

The sweet torment of love
The willful surrender to lust
Moaning, gasping, intense orgasms
On the precipice of consciousness, only just

The chilling tremble of lips
The sweaty warmth of the breast
Urging, begging, burning loins
Borderline insanity, recently bequest

The frightful tingle of touch
The hoarsely beating heart
Dominating, enslaving, empowering feelings
Hails after you, every single part

The cherished soreness of bodies
The elusive bonds of the soul
Toppling, turning, tumbling reality
Whispers my name, the siren’s call