Siren On The Rocks

--- a titillar sonnet for Lauren.Hynde ---

A hidden pearl that lies within plain sight
Distracts my mind to flights of fancy sex.
My breath on hold, my pounding heart in vex
The words just cannot come to bear my plight.

In whitewashed cloth, a breast of wondrous hue
Lies perched in wait amidst its open cage
As though intentions be to steep the rage
Of passersby who catch the sexual view.

A nymph perhaps or lady unaware
Sits so upright to call ourselves to task.
If we could be so bold to gently ask
"Could I request a kiss upon the pair?"

Delights play everyday within our sight
That tempt our lustful paths from morn til night.

(Lauren.Hynde's avatar -- Used with permission)