The siren with her ancient eyes, her hair the colour of seaweed. Her #song enchanting me the beautiful melody luring my impure heart. Promising me fulfillment, the beat matching my quickening heart. The rhythm was lust. Just a little closer. Her skin as pale as alabaster, it was almost translucent. Her smile drew me on. Her breasts full and proud aching to be stroked as she sat beckoning me to Davey Jones Locker......