The sweet salty waves crash wildly on a beach.
Wildly with verver.
Gorgeous smells over come the nostrils.
Until you hear them calling.
Quite hums of string.
The sweet crocendum of voices.
The aquatic hym.
the ringing of forelorn love.
Till you see them.
Their beauty.
her sloping curvs
Parted lips
Dewy eyes
swaying hips
as the rythm over takes you
and she takes you in
she has you
in her spell
her beauty
her song
beautiful caouse
plays in the heart
till it stops
the song of the sirens.

 
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