Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Waterfall Of Words


She is showered

By your waterfall of words

Drenched to the skin

By the delicious thoughts they cause

Bewitched by the feel of them

As each drop that falls

Makes her tingle

With awareness

With desire

With the need

With the want

For more

Photo taken from Pinterest


Loves To Undress


He undresses her slowly

With his eyes

For he is unable to use his own fingers

To unbutton

To unlace

To peel back

And expose worshipped expanses of skin

He is only able to see

Not touch

…At least not yet


Is by design

 Her design

She loves to undress for him

Precisely because she knows

How he adores it

She is excited

She is aroused

She knows

She holds the moment

In her hands

So, with a twinkle in her eye

And a shy smile on her face

She slowly unties the bow

At the neck of the halter dress

Unzips the back

And gradually lets the dress

Pool at her feet

The sigh of the silk

An echo of her thoughts


She waits

In anticipation

For what is to come


 Photo taken from


Brown Penny by William Butler Yeats

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Brown Penny

I whispered, “I am too young,”
And then, “I am old enough”;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
“Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.”
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

**This poem was recited to me many years ago because of my own brown and copper colored hair.

For some reason it popped back into my head recently…

For me the words are a delightful metaphor of love’s attractions and entanglements.

Photo taken by sirensong1208


He Reads Her


He reads her

And cannot help but smile

Knowing what the words mean

Understanding what and who she is describing

He could imagine her

In all the settings that she illustrates

But he does not need to

For these are his memories

And all he has to do is call them back

For he already knows…

How she looks

How she sounds

When she smiles and laughs

When she dances

When she bathes

When she touches herself

When she is aroused

And even when she says his name  

In that breathless way she has

That caresses each syllable

And brings forth further memories

He reads her

And remembers


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Dancing Waves


The sea

As it undulates

The waves dancing

From the whisper of the wind.

The white peaks

Frothy and whimsical

Reminiscent of

A beautiful woman

In her prettiest dress

Beckoning to her dance partner.

A world of possibility

Revealed in the sparkle of her eyes

In the radiance of her smile.

As she offers her hand

Fingers delicately extended

Searching for the warmth

Of her chosen partner’s.

Smile widening

As she makes contact

And they are


At last


Photo taken from Pinterest


There You Are


There you are

Deep in my bones

Deep in my soul

Tethered to me

As I am to you

Whispering your





And just what you will do to me

When I am within your grasp

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High Desert Landscape

reach up and touch 'em

the endless road

in the middle of nowwhere

more endless road...


Native American ruins

Chaco Canyon*, New Mexico; Circa 1997

In the blazing New Mexico sun

Mile after mile of asphalt

Lined with a surprisingly rich colored fauna

Redolent of a hue soaked artists pallet

The greens and yellows contrasting melodically

With the reds and browns of ancient ruins

Complementing each other

In their subtlety

An endless expanse of blue sky

With low hanging billowing clouds

Magnificent in form

The crowning touch

Over the stony remains that still echo

Of a vibrant Native American life


*Chaco Canyon was a major center of ancestral Puebloan culture.

Photos taken by sirensong1208

*I apologize for the quality of these photographs. It was long ago and these were actually print photographs, not digital.