By the look of my hair and you thought you were gonna get it straight?
A Siren submerge is a wavering state.
Catch me if you can, Fisherman's
Bait.
I will emerge within a wave.
Ilusions for the eyes reeling into a desired cave.
Fire touched and Siren's combative, Love!
Her voice sings sweetly, seducing songs.
Listen, Fisherman, as you're frantic to jump in winds hurling your straddle for a committed thrust.
She is the rise that can't be denied
In your loins you trust.
Blush lips she continues her tune.
You caught a Siren but beware of her emotions if confused for a fool.
Tsunamis is underneath her waters.
And no Serenity in the clamour.
So be willing to tread light.
She will come forth like a thief in the night.
You will surrender in waters raging passion without debate.
We love the challenge, knowing opposites gravitate.
See the power.
Raging waters.
Locks coil.
Stuck you.
Sting you.
Loving Blues.
Siren's Amused.
Bree Z. Love @2020
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