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.