Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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She is..revisited

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Audio: https://audioboom.com/boos/3886973-she-is

She is

Black silk encased legs

The lace tops exquisite

Against her pale thighs

 

She is

5 inch heels

That cup and caress her feet

Making her legs longer

 

She is

Scarlet lips

Utterly kissable

Looking completely bruised

From your lips

 

She is

Stormy eyes

Softened with desire

 

She is

Dark waves and curls

Cascading

Over naked shoulders

 

She is

Seductive

Yet still innocent

Underneath her smolder

 

She is

A black leather collar

Around her slender neck

 

She is

Yours

Photograph taken from Pinterest

**This is a reposting of something I blogged during the summer. I beg your indulgence with this re blog. I always liked this one but I have added audio this time


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Crimson kisses

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Red lipstick and lingerie.

He is seated.

Waiting.

Watching her.

Her eyes are upon him.

Watching him.

He inclines his head

She knows to start.

She crawls across the room

On her hands and knees

Head up

Eyes locked with his.

White lace cups her breasts

The material shifting, moving, revealing

As she crawls closer to him

Her arse in the air

Pale skin exposed by her minuscule thong.

She kneels in front of him

Hands upon her thighs

Palms up.

She is waiting.

He looks at her appreciatively

Dark hair curling loosely around her shoulders.

White lace demi cup bra

The swell of her breasts creating a delicious distraction.

Blue grey eyes smouldering with desire

And the crimson curve of her sensual lips.

He nods his assent and she begins.

She leans toward him, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Button after button carefully undone.

When she is finished she spreads his shirt wide

Exposing his chest to her gaze.

Both hands touch him, caress him.

She leans down and kisses the hollow of his neck

Her start.

She places a trail of kisses down his chest.

Licking and kissing

Kissing and licking

Working her way down to his belly

And beyond

Marking him

With her crimson kisses.

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 

 

 


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Sold my soul

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I would have sold my soul

For his touch.

To know the press of his skin

To mine.

To feel his lips burning a path

Along my neck

To my trembling mouth.

The shivers he creates

Across the miles

Perpetuates this ache

And the fervour of my desire

Leaves me barely standing

Awash in this craving

For him

 

Photograph taken from WhiteNoten

 


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A Poet’s words

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Like water flows over rocks

Such is the way a Poet’s words

Pour over his Muse

Slowly and sensuously

Covering her in his prose

Making her come alive

Beyond his senses

 

Artwork “Rites of Summer” by Hamish Blakely


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Across your lap

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To crawl across your lap

To offer myself to your hand

To your need.

How natural to do so

To want it so.

An aching need within

The thought making me hunger for it

For you.

Making me wet.

This yearning I have

Never understood before.

A desire to feel your palm to my bare flesh

Your caress to prepare

To set the tone.

The sound of your hand

The crack of palm

The strike to virgin flesh.

The count

Clearly spoken at first

A struggle to continue as the number increases.

The discomfort

The pain

The pleasure

The arousal.

Marks and colour as proof

Upon my pale skin.

The pride as I melt into you

Your good girl.

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Many colours

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I am many colours

Blended on your palette

You choose which ones you stroke the canvas with

Whether good girl

Or bad

Shy

Or bold

Innocent

Or dirty

I am all colours

To you

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Teasing

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Teasing you with my words

As you do me.

Words that are sweet, sensuous, silky, sinful

Sometimes dark, decadent, deviant, delicious.

Poetic verse I use in place of

My fingers, my mouth, my body.

Words instead

Of touches

Of kisses

Of the heaven of skin on skin.

To make you feel me.

To incite your desire

As you do mine.

Words that curl around you

Like a wisp of smoke

Like a vine.

Insinuating themselves

Deep inside

Where they resonate.

A perfect fit.

Revealing what I’ve always known.

I was made 

Just for you.

Photograph taken by Carlos Williams