Like a siren singing,by the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion

An ode to the little mermaid, 
Chained to my anchor. 
You can lure the beast, 
But you cannot tame him.

Like a siren singing, 
She lures him, 
To her sandy bay. 
In the shallows, 
Jagged rocks lurk, 
Ready to wreck his ship. 
Captured in her eyes, 
She leads him from her, 
Lips to her thighs. 
Powerless, and enthralled, 
She takes him. 
Sinking in his might, 
Her lips curl, 
As she quivers, 
and moans. 
Satisfying her pleasure, 
Mast fully drawn, 
His hand, 
Chokes her, 
Stopping her songs. 
She realises, 
The wails that lured him, 
Set him alight, 
The rocks that wrecked him, 
Trapped him too. 
A beast with passions ablaze, 
She the only meat, 
To satisfy his hunger. 
He continued to ravage her, 
Except now her pleasure, 
Was mixed with pain. 
His enthralled eyes, 
Lit with a lustful rage.