Her Trap

She jumps out, curls wet, undamaged from the pH the water exhibited, Skin the never prunes, flawless, a body so modelesque her natural beauty true, and no one would believe me. The scales on her flippers slice each equipped, mini-blades cupped Dainty yet deadly, shows me hunter with survival tact, A graceful swimmer through rough currents, comes up, She motions me towards her I'm tempted into the cold. Many warned her siren song Consciousness swallowed by her She is lusting for more blood half smile conniving without hiding the rumors were true no care for the life I'll leave Bury my body to sea.