Supernatural signals, 

Syren squeals from the deep,

Hearts break in the wake

Of her devilish feast…

Scratching at the bow

Of the first-in-fleet,

Begging to release her venom,

As toxic as it is sweet.

I am lost. 

Between the mythical, 

And physical.

I am enthralled by

The sexual power

Of this nautical abomination.

Nasty and violent,

She dedicates her soul

To love-making 

Beside the breaking waves.

Glistening bare backs and

Pitiful heart attacks,

Leave her relaxed, 

Wiped.

Body less-than-stranded

Upon those golden shoals.