Siren-By PS

Those eyes that smolder and will eat you alive; they hold no love, only lust.

She's got her boy-scout, so why does she need me?

Am I a game, some form of entertainment to her?

She and I play a game; we shouldn't though. I don't like going into war with someone that has no way of winning.

She has her man, I am alone.

We battle each day with no stop.

A stolen kiss here, a caress there, it's all exciting, all fun.

But, in the end it doesn't matter, we go back to our own.

I will watch as she holds him, and she will watch as I hold others.

It's an endless game, a fun way to pass the time.

I am just a sailor in search of something more, and she is a siren, come to spoil my parade...