Her Trap
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She jumps out, curls wet,
undamaged from the pH
the water exhibited,
Skin the never prunes, flawless,
a body so modelesque
her natural beauty true,
and no one would believe me.
The scales on her flippers slice
each equipped, mini-blades cupped
Dainty yet deadly, shows me
hunter with survival tact,
A graceful swimmer through rough currents, comes up,
She motions me towards her
I'm tempted into the cold.
Many warned her siren song
Consciousness swallowed by her
She is lusting for more blood
half smile conniving without
hiding the rumors were true
no care for the life I'll leave
Bury my body to sea.