The Siren Painting By John William Waterhouse
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I long, just as you do
The comfort of salvation
Exquisiteness, just at the tip of my fingers
I need not sing my siren song
But I watch your eyes
Watch your strength diminish
As I continue to play
Considering myself in detail
To be held, what else is there
Any move from me, is everything
Offer my hand perhaps
Or allow you to sink
What of my fate
After locking eyes with you
May you quiet me for a while
I'll rest, held in arms
For the waves may rush
There will be no shallows
Just the rise and fall
Of immediate satiation
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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