Upon the shore a shady nook

is Ariel’s enigmatic realm.

The  myst’ries of her secret niche,

a steersman at the helm of lust

inducing us to come and taste.

 

What hidden pleasures lie below

those vaporous garments, tempting

onlookers to taste her flesh

and devour the dish before them

with the passion of the damned?

 

Her siren call, a gentle song

invoking hunger in the breast

of innocents who’s heartless

gaze sees only solitude and sea;

who smell her musk in iodine.

 

Mariners un-numbered run aground

between her milky thighs

and sleep midst dreams of proffered ecstasy.

Unsated hunger dampened only by

her fathomless, cerulean depths.