With nothing but infinite conviction
she navigated a choppy sea
of evasion and confusion.
Unwilling to allow doubt
to be a stow away.
Having faith
she would prevail
and make land…
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Monthly Archives: May 2016
Her Neck
Not new. Posted a year ago but I like it so I hope you’ll forgive the second outing…
He adored her neck.
Her skin
Pale and perfect
Had the bloom of a rose
In winter.
Her neck,
With its pale elegance,
He knew
If it were possible
Would be a place of pilgrimage.
A holy site.
One that he would readily worship at
Using all of his senses.
Running his nose along to catch her scent
It’s heady fragrance making him dizzy
With desire.
Lifting her hair and using his mouth
To leave kisses along its length
Feeling her wildly beating pulse
Beneath his lips.
His teeth would graze her skin
Igniting nerve endings
Causing a bolt of desire to shoot through her.
And finally, his tongue would taste her
Her unique flavor greeting his mouth
In celebration.
Photo taken by sirensong1208
Tastes of the sea
The moonlight upon water
catches the lilt of the waves as they rise and fall.
The ebb and flow of the tide
speaking in hushed tones.
The night is dark and as soft as velvet.
They are alone.
The beach is deserted,
the only indication otherwise
the path of clothes leading to the waters edge.
They are there within the warm waters
with nothing between them but the sea,
lapping around them.
She is pressed to him,
her arms around his neck
her hands in his hair and upon his neck
caressing him.
His hands stroke her back, her hips, her arse
gripping their curve and pulling her to him
pressing his urgent arousal against her
finding her warm and willing.
Their kisses are deep
tongues tangling
teeth nibbling.
They are lost in each other
fingers sensually smoothing over wet skin.
.
He lifts her up and as he does so
she wraps her long legs around his waist
his hard against her soft.
She arches her back
and he leans down to take a nipple between his lips
laving the tight rosebud with his tongue.
Enjoying the feel of her
and how she tastes of the sea.
The way he touches her
arouses her so completely
makes her wild to feel him inside of her.
As she kisses him
she wraps her legs tighter
pressing against him.
.
They groan into each other’s mouths
as he enters her
his hands squeezing her cheeks
controlling the movement
both of them lost to their arousal
as it violently crests.
She holds tightly to his shoulders
as he thrusts into her again and again
taking them down to the sand
water rushing over them
cooling their heated skin
but never dousing the fire between them.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Just yours
The cool breeze caressing my neck and tousling my hair
Your fingers.
The sun kissing my face and shoulders
Your lips.
The birdsong filling the garden with sound
Your words
Whispered in my ears.
The sheets I am wrapped up in
As I sleep
Your embrace.
My body, my soul
My surrender
Yours.
Just yours.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from The Unintended Muse
The swells of my imagination
I navigate the swells of my imagination
anticipating each wave
with an unsullied perspective
allowing the current to guide me
to lead me where it will
confident in my reflections
secure in my awareness
lost and found in the depths of who I am
:
Photograph taken from White Noten
Created in relation to the following quote:
“A mind
Forever voyaging through strange seas of
Thought, alone.”
~ William Wordsworth
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©SirenSong1208
Unquenchable fire
This desire I have for you
is an unquenchable fire
One that never has me
retreating to safety
but rather
flinging myself into the inferno
To burn
magnificently
with you
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from The Unintended Muse
Spilling devotion
A playground for your pleasure
replete with velvety hollows
and silken niches
a wonderland of hills, valleys
and dangerous curves
that you navigate with the hands
of an explorer
My mind aflame with suggestion
as you whisper every dirty thing
you have wanted to do
since you first saw me
everything you will do
now that you have me
Burning with desire
minds swollen with fantasy
imagination at full throttle
spilling devotion across my pale skin
with pain and pleasure
You worship me hard
leaving me raw
as we become more and more
tangled with lust
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©SirenSong1208
Artwork taken from Pinterest. Provenance unknown.
If it is yours and you wish me to remove please let me know.
A slow build
Anticipation.
There is something to be said
for waiting
for savouring the moments that lead to that
singular moment.
It is the heightened response
you cannot help but be infused with.
Touched
again and again
eliciting a craving
for more and more.
A feeling of almost being out of control
a spiralling upward
that creates a delicious tension
upon your skin
as though you are a violin string
strung tight.
Thrummed
hard
and left vibrating.
Your note
singing out
desperately yearning
for the notes
that follow…
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
She is red lace…
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She is all curves and soft skin
A dark tempest of hair
And eyes the color of a stormy sea
She is red lace
Against pale skin
Chaste yet wanton
The juxtaposition
Of innocence and sin
Good girl and bad girl
A contrast that
Bewitches him
Beguiles him
And entices him
To unravel the enigma
That is her
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A reposting from last year with audio added.
©SirenSong1208
Photo taken by sirensong1208
Confessional
My words
a tender, sensual confessional.
Invocation
given on my knees.
Bound by need and want
I look to you for sublime absolution.
Sooty lashes lay upon my pale cheeks.
My mind awhirl with thoughts
as I wait
for the touch of your fingers
lifting my chin
my eyes following.
To see my sin
reflected
within your eyes.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph by Roberto Gioli
