Pass the threshold without an invitation

Strip yourself of identity

Inhale your poison and swallow your potion

Later, wipe this too from your memory

Get comfortable, the siren speaks, 

but don't get under the sheets.

She wants to trace your design's outline 

Tremble and quake from pleasure - no, pain

The siren squeals enveloped in delight

But no, no kissing, no kiss goodnight

Twilight is a lover left at the embrace of dawn,

and these sins only she and I can feast our eyes on.