The sea-maidens sweetly sing
of scents perfuming the balmy breezes of tropic ports and moonlit beaches.
They beckon you to join them,
to transform and lose yourself, upset your equilibrium,
and descend into the deep richness
of the tropic’s treasures.
Reveal nothing, and everything as they do…when the time is right.
For those others do not know what lies behind
that sultry smile, that radiant glow, or your song that speaks a thousand truths,
truths that sisters know.
You are an irresistible force of nature,
a tempest, a savior, a secret, capable of striking terror in the hearts of men…if you wish.

Take flight sirens, smell sweet, and take no prisoners.