Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Dark muse


He is my dark muse

enticing me

with the sensuous midnight of his thoughts.

Rapturous delights that he knows

will tempt me

and arouse my curiosity.

Will enthrall my senses

and subdue the angelic whispers

of my soul.

My surrender

to his bewitching and beguiling seduction

assured and absolute.



Photograph taken from Pinterest


Solitary wildflower


High above the ocean

she flourishes

she blooms

a solitary wildflower

waiting for his touch.

Her colour


against the stark landscape

of rock and sea.

Swaying in the wind

caressed by sea spray

dancing to the roar

of the waves.



Photograph taken from Pinterest




I wear my scars beneath my skin.



Like muscles I flex only when needed.

My scars are part of me

each one giving me strength

as I run a finger along the ridges

knowing how and when and why

I bear it.

Some old and faded.

Some new.

Red and raw and painful at times.

An emblem to folly

but also 

to conviction.

An integral part of me.

Every scar

a badge I can wear proudly

stating unequivocally…

I have learned

I have lived

I have loved…



Photograph taken from White Noten




If you are my sin


If you are my sin

I will not confess

or make prayerful reparations.

There is no repentance

for this desire.

No forgiveness sought

as I kneel

and worship.

My fall from grace

all consuming

as I drink from the cup

you have given me.

A willing sacrifice

upon the altar

of pleasure

and pain.



Photograph taken from Pinterest



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Lick me

with your desire.

Devour me

with your yearning.

Swallow me

with your lust.

And then,

never stop…



Photograph taken from Pinterest


Seed of promise



Within her garden of words

she cultivated the possibility

of more

of them.

Planting a seed of promise

within his walls

she watched as blooms formed

against the odds.

Her imagination soared with memories

and yearning thoughts of him

leaving her quivering in anticipation

of his touch

upon the soft petals

of her soul.



Artwork by Chelin Sanjuan Piquero


She has curves…


She has curves

He loves to grip.

Holding her close to his chest

Resting in his lap

He caresses her.

His fingers knowing which strings

To pluck

To strum

To tease

To make the most beautiful music.

He makes her sing sweetly.

Sometimes she is accarezzévole

As though she is whispering tenderly.

Other times

She is played con affetto

She is roaring with passion

With abandon

His lover giving her all.

But whichever way she sings to him

Her voice

Her song

Is just




*Certain souls bring out the sweetest songs within us. A reblog from last year.


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She dresses for him…


She dresses for him

with care.

From skin to stockings.

Every moment she spends

is imbued with thought

with her desire for him

with her desire to please him

to make him want her

beyond measure.

She clothes her naked skin

with scent.

From the lotion she smooths

along her arms, legs, belly, and breasts

to ensure she feels supple against his fingers

to the perfume she will dot on her pulse points

her natural heat giving strength to it

mixing it with her own natural fragrance.

There is the lingerie that adorns her curves

lacy and sexy

subtle and elegant

completely her.

The brassiere that delightfully cups her sweet breasts

covering and revealing all at once

her nipples hard against the lace

aching to be touched.

The panties

dipping low on her hips

her sex a beckoning shadow beneath the lace.

This ensemble completed by the enticing concoction

of garters holding up her stockings

encircling her waist as his hands will

delectably denoting her curves and lines.

Her lace top stockings

are silk against satin

encasing her long limbs.

Completing her look are her high heels

adding a roll to her hips as she walks

they make her feel sensual with every step.

She dresses for him

anxious to see his reaction

excited to be the recipient

of his hungry gaze.

Knowing that his hunger

matches her own.


*The pleasure of dressing for a lover…a reblog from last year.


Photograph taken from Perfectly Persuasive


Dreamer’s flame


It is the blue of the sea

Hypnotic and full of depth

It is constant

Able to withstand storm-tossed waves

And return to calm

It is my dreamer’s flame

The flame of you and I

Still burning after all this time

After wind and rain

After cold and snow

Withstanding all

Burning bravely

For you



Photograph taken from Pinterest