The Siren's Gift: A Poem of Seduction

This is a poem with a powerful message. I hope you enjoy.

 

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.

 

    

 

Author's Note

Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoyed it.

Reviews

[Ed Rector]

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.

[SetApartGirl]

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