The Siren's Gift: A Poem of Seduction

The Siren's Gift: A Poem of Seduction

A Poem by Paladin4life
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This is a poem with a powerful message. I hope you enjoy.

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Youthful lust in hearts lies
Long before wedding knot ties
For years they struggle with virtue
Losing virginity being the issue
 
Parents, teachers and pastors preach
Trying to keep sex out of reach
Much like a cookie before dinner
It seems so simple to the sinner
 
Why should I wait when I’m hungry now
So he indulges in his vice like a gorging sow
But others are far more prudent
A parish member or a student
 
They have heard the warnings know the stakes
Yet they hypnotically stare as her hips she shakes
You all know of the one I speak curves from head to toe
 Adorned by seduction there is little she doesn’t show
 
She walks in the room sensual incense fills the air
Growing stronger as she plays with a strand of her hair
Her rubied lips part to reveal her ivory smile
You feel so welcome, no begins your trial
 
Intently she stares and nods in your direction
Is she showing you a little affection
Now this siren is drawing near
Yet in your heart is no fear
 
She whispers sweet nothings in your ear
As your conscience begins to sear
Oh young man she shall multiply your sins
Now speaks the siren seduction begins
 
Oh handsome stranger what is thy name
For surely your stature declares your fame
Surely the maidens of you they dream
They long for touch, for you they scream
 
Who am I amongst all of them
But to you I offer to undo my hem
My body is yours please make haste
For this is not the time to be chaste
 
Now is the time to take your fill
For I will submit to your every will
Take me to your chamber this very night
And do with me what you will until morning light
 
Come partake of the deepest pleasure
For I offer you my hidden treasure
The young man is speechless his body now yearns
To him it seems that his very soul burns
 
How can he withstand such a fire
He must now yield to his desire
Swiftly to a hidden chamber they retire
As all that she promised begins to transpire
 
In his bed the siren no lies
Unshod unclothed sealing his demise
She holds nothing back He yields under pressure
His soul parched longing for her treasure
 
In a few fleeting moments the deed is done
The siren giggles knowing she has won
The young man slumbers she now in his arms
Not knowing he shall suffer a thousand harms
 
The morning comes, a crimson dawn
He awakes to find the siren gone
He yearns to find her she is his desire
In his heart burns her forbidden fire
 
His heart says love yet his body said lust
Either way he knew finding her was a must
He searched his home, and then the town
At long last she was finally found
 
For he saw her giving her treasure to one of his friends
He fills with anguish as his heart rends
Broken hearted he returns to his place
Wishing he had never untied her lace
 
‘Twas then he discovered another issue
 She left with a token, she claimed his virtue
How could I have given up my innocence
A sultry voice says it was the incense
 
He turns expecting to see the siren’s visage
But finds something different perhaps a mirage
A mangled hag cackles with glee
Now your virtue is mine it will never be free
 
Please I beg sell it to me for I repent of my vice
I will gladly pay you any price
The siren cackles and mocks the young man
You foolish man you don’t understand
 
What you have given can never be bought
Surely at Chapel that lesson you were taught
But I need it someday to give to my bride
She must never know of you this sin I will hide
 
It is too late in your heart I will always abide.
For I will ever dwell in the shadows of your mind
When you marry and marry you will
After the wedding bells and the frill
 
A virgin bride will you carry here
Then she will offer you what she holds dear
Her virtue she will give as token of love
Her purity intact like a snow white dove
 
You will accept her token and do what you please
But you will always feel guilty and worry of disease
For you know what I took but what did I leave
In those few moments when to me you did cleave
 
Now in torment the young man does dwell
Each day for him a living hell
Now he knows the siren’s glee
That nothing is ever free
 
His rendezvous with the siren cost him threefold
His heart, his health, and his virtue he sold
Now when the siren at your door does stand
Take heed to the plight of this young man
 
She claims to give freely but truly it is a lie
For if you accept her offer your virtue will die
And you too will pay the threefold price
Of indulging in sin and delighting in vice.
 
    
 

© 2009 Paladin4life


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this was a great piece. The meter was key and kept through the entire poem.

"What you have given can never be bought
Surely at Chapel that lesson you were taught
But I need it someday to give to my bride
She must never know of you this sin I will hide"
i really enjoyed this cause it laid down the context of the poem well.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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this is a really good poem and unfortunately this is a problem between too many people, both young and old, these days.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this was a great piece. The meter was key and kept through the entire poem.

"What you have given can never be bought
Surely at Chapel that lesson you were taught
But I need it someday to give to my bride
She must never know of you this sin I will hide"
i really enjoyed this cause it laid down the context of the poem well.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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