Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Winter’s kiss

The last leaf falls

to the ground, solitary

sentries within my garden

tall

proud

naked

to the gaze of the sun

vulnerable and exposed, limbs

aching for the touch

in winter’s kiss

autumn’s slumber becoming

the waiting beauty

of winter

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Unravels

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Days bleed into nights

longing forbidden,

repressed

hours underscored

the persistent hum of sweet desire

yearning that screams for the bite of fingers

maddened with passion

palms molded to hips

intent driven home

the hunger to feel his breath upon my ear, my neck

how it unravels me

completely

this ache burns with a thousand fires

a heat that the press of his skin

would not squelch

but would light anew

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That first face

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She was the first face I saw.

I fell in love

But didn’t know it.

Those hazel eyes gazing down at me

Soothing my abrupt entrance

Into a much colder world

Than the one I had existed in

For months.

I quickly came to realize

That she was my world.

Her beloved countenance

Changing over the years

But always

Full of love

Full of pride.

She has been

My teacher

My cheerleader

My taskmaster

My confidante.

Providing an example

Of what to strive for

Being supportive of the choices I made

Even ones that she knew would hurt me

Assuring me

That kindness doesn’t make one weak

And always making it clear

That the world was my oyster

That I alone could make my world

What I wished it to be.

I have been so lucky

To have had such a wonderful person

To guide my days

To know unconditional love and acceptance.

Recently I was reminded of a song

That was always hers and mine.

My mother

My friend.

You and me against the world.

A mother’s love

A sacred thing.

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*I’ve posted this multiple times but on this day, the birthday of the most amazing and loving person that I know, I felt it fitting. Happy 90th birthday Mom.

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Coppery want

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Taste the hunger in the night

black as coal

unforgiving in its depth

this wicked intent reigns supreme

hands grip

fingers rake

the length of me

nails leave pretty pink

tracks laced with red

draw blood, love

taste my lust

coppery want that begs for more

lips only

silenced with yours

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Religion

Sunday confession

your hands slide up my thighs

silken webs woven

with desire

fingers finding

lace and soft

skin to stroke

breath and sighs, ascending

a fevered crescendo

straddled

upon your lap

questing

curious, heat

lips and breath

tangled cries

finding religion, deep

within these stolen moments

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That book

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You would be the book I would savor.

The cover only hinting at the contents;

my curiosity aroused

by the suggestion of what lay inside.

My attention held from those first moments.

A word

a description

would catch my eye

leaving me to think that this was no ordinary book.

Neither formulaic nor predictable,

but rather something unique

and rare.

Something searched for,

knowing it when found.

Modestly bound,

this book would be full of depth.

unmet fire,

promise.

Feeling the connection

deeply,

I would pore over each page

keenly,

my fingers sliding along text and image

heat rising along each curve

my pulse

beginning to race

imagination flaring.

The story touching me,

arousing me,

inducing me to read

well into the night.

Ravenous for every word.

Enthralled with my discovery.

But though impatient to reach the end

I would restrain myself from glancing at the final page.

Knowing the journey through those pages,

reading every line

knowing every chapter

would be worth it.

To know the story,

the man,

in his entirety.

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The way she falls

She was a discovery waiting to happen

The moment he saw her he knew

Evocative of the unexpected scene you come upon

As you wander an unknown path

The eyes widening just a bit

The smile flirting at the edges of your mouth

Something to enrich your senses

To take your breath

And oh how he wanted to get lost

Lost in the way she falls

And in the way he catches her

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