Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Your story

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Wrap me in your arms

and tell me your story.

The guts and the glory

the trials and tribulations

the pain and the sadness

the happiness and the joy.

I’ll tell you

about all of the moments

that came before you

and we can work on

the moments that came after.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced

 


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Winter goddess

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He dreams of pure white flakes

in the dark storm of her hair.

Of laughing eyes

and cheeks pink from the cold.

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He dreams of peeling off her clothes

and of laying her down

in the snow.

Of watching her shiver

before running his finger down the length of her

her eyes locked upon his

her body arching to his fingers

before covering her shivering body

with his heat

with his hands

with his mouth.

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He dreams of her

his winter goddess.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph by Esmahan Ozkan


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A siren’s fairytale

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This girl

never stops imagining.

Heroes and heroines

bitter foils and happy endings.

A knight in shining armor to save the day

or the one to put me in peril.

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Wend your way through this rough thicket of life

The vines and thorns that bedevil the path

To find me

Rose red in slumber

Needing your touch to bloom

A kiss to awaken me

To glorious possibility

Or perhaps

I just need you to be the wolf in the woods

Seeking this Red’s tender neck

To bite

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph by Lindsay Steele, Model: Courtney Alexis Cameron

 


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Sensuality

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He balances

on the edge of my sensuality.

Precariously close

and yet

too far.

Breathing in

my essence.

Letting it

saturate him.

Allowing my taste

to settle

upon his tongue.

Savouring me

with sight

smell

and taste.

Yet

not touching.

Knowing

I’d pull him into the flames

with me.

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©SirenSong1208

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Strings

Their thoughts

Become clandestine

As they meet in the night

What was ordered by day

Becomes a symphony

Of havoc

Played upon

The strings of the heart

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced


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Hard and breathless

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I want a love

that rushes me hard

and leaves me breathless.

A love

that gives and takes

everything.

Everything I want to give and need to give.

Everything I want to be given and need to be given.

A no-holds barred embrace

with heart and soul.

A love where there are no secrets,

nothing to hide.

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I want a love

that is accepting

of who I’ve been

of who I am

and who I will one day be.

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I want a love

where no words are needed.

Where a touch and a look

says more than any Hallmark card

where we are on the same page

in alignment

the capitalization and punctuation to each other’s sentences.

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I want a love

that’s at turns blistering in its heat

and gentle as a spring breeze.

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I want a love…

like that.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced

 

 


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I dream of your hands

I dream of your hands

tangled like need

in my hair

as I breathe you in.

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I dream of your hands

finding every curve and line

touching them

molding them to your palms

like a sculptor.

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I dream of your hands

covering every inch of my skin

a blistering caress

that ignites my own fire.

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I dream of your hands

making my body sing

with a touch, a grasp

that tells me I am yours

my song for your ears only.

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I dream of your hands

and my own hands

become your proxy.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced