Turn back sailor
this is no safe port
between the champing cliffs
and crashing swells
This is the lair of a carnivore
Heed not my sinuous song
beckoning, caressing
undulating with carnal promise
pulling you in
toward certain doom
Ignore the salty succulence of my lips
You'll ache to kiss me
and that
will be the end of you
Gaze not too deeply
into the whirlpools of my eyes
You'll drown
and I won't save you