The siren of the sea,
A creature born for me,
In tides and waters deep,
Lies beauty that's hard to keep.
Her form is lithe and fair,
A vision so divine and rare,
With straps of passion wrapped,
And corset tightly laced.
She lies in quiet grace,
Upon the boat's soft base,
A symbol of desire untold,
A tale that has not yet been told.
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