Fragility Of Self (No Sirene Eyes These)

My eyes wander your way, linger, tempting a while,
Waiting for the invitation of a half glance,
The signal for me to commit more in guile,
As we enter into the rhapsody of dance,
From which siren state I hope you will call to me
And warm my so cold and lonely bed tonight.
But the paralysis of failing resolve
Outstrips the weakness of my craving flesh,
No siren eyes these, no siren eyes these,
They are the plea of a fragile soul,
No siren eyes these, no siren eyes these,
They wait on your call, I?m held in your thrall.
This isn?t the gaze of a casual observer
Nor the mental undressing of a passing lech,
More than the end of the night, these eyes look further,
My world I offer to you framed by arms outstretched,
Please accept this silent supplication in faith
And in my forbidding room make me feel safe.
But the paralysis of failing resolve
Outstrips the weakness of my craving flesh,
No siren eyes these, no siren eyes these,
They are the plea of a fragile soul,
No siren eyes these, no siren eyes these,
They wait on your call, I?m held in your thrall.
Please come close to me and embrace me, two as one,
Let me feel the passionate touch of trembling flesh,
It?s been so long since I gave myself to someone
That I can?t remember how it feels to be so blessed,
The warmth of love is but a distant memory
That comes to haunt me in the deathly cold of night.
But the paralysis of failing resolve
Outstrips the weakness of my craving flesh,
No siren eyes these, no siren eyes these,
They are the plea of a fragile soul,
No siren eyes these, no siren eyes these,
They wait on your call, I?m held in your thrall.
I?ve been broken too many times to mend this fragility of self.