Am I a siren?
Does the small harbor between my legs
Entice them so?
That sailors dash themselves along the rocky edges of my soul...
Damning themselves...
For a sip of it's frothy waves?
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
Am I a siren?
Does the small harbor between my legs
Entice them so?
That sailors dash themselves along the rocky edges of my soul...
Damning themselves...
For a sip of it's frothy waves?
Copyright 2015 Monica Figueroa
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