Sireni Seduction

Pulse racing. Heart pulsating.
Your mind chasing - hormones not waiting.
Breath quickening, tongue thickening,
The world spinning, lurching, sickening.
Your eyes glaze. You stutter praise
Misphrased in adolescent haze.
Clattering. Charmed. Defenses harmed;
Disarmed by sodden sweaty palms.
Your cheeks squeak; you try to speak,
Feeling weak you yearn a seat
Yet shook by that sultry look,
Croaking like a primeval Grook
You and your little man stand,
Your marital band falls from your hand.
Good sense screams unheard, deemed
Unclean like the Gleam's seen.
Mind adrift, an unsailed skiff,
In ignorant bliss. Selene's kiss
Seems less sweet. Your lips meet.
Your hand's a-snare in golden hair.
No care do you bear there,
Begging no pardon, glands harden.
Ardently, you snub the Garden.
Tongues retreating. World depleting.
Weakness repeating. You crave seating.
Your brow frowns, the hard ground
Resounds as you slump down.
Siren snorts. Lesson taught?
You sort for some Bellwort.
Chewing, you're stunned, shoulders a ton.
Seduction done. Battle won.

FIN

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Phaestian, in the year 470 AF.