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Your wicked tongue
licks
along the curve
of my spine
as your words
stroke my flesh
with suggestion.
Tongue
hands
and words.
Your definitive goal
the centre of me.
My surrender.
Mind.
Body.
Soul.
Yours.
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*A repost from last year with added audio. I hope that my new readers enjoy.
©SirenSong1208
Long languid summer days
pale skin a distant memory.
Now there are bare shoulders
and tawny silky thighs
heated by his caress.
His hands
glide along their length
gentle
yet firm and possessive
igniting a shiver within.
Burning her skin
with the mark
of his desire.
He indicates his wish
with the slightest touch
wider
she obeys on instinct
because it’s what she craves.
The ache within
growing.
His hands upon her
giving her what she needs
what he wants.
Her eyes close
as she savors the feelings
sweeping over her
allowing them to take flight
and soar.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
I apologise if you are getting this a second time. There was a glitch with my wordpress in the blogging of this piece.
I will move to the music
eyes closed
hips swaying
arms above my head
singing along.
Wide open spaces
and crowds.
Sunshine upon my shoulders
and kissing my face
wind sweeping through my hair.
I will imagine you here with me.
Your hands upon my hips
pulling me to you
my back
to your front
your arms around me
lips upon my neck
as we lose ourselves in the songs
and the feeling of our bodies
pressed together.
Yes
you will be with me.
I will feel you
with every note played
with every song sung
and smile to myself
at such a sweet
and delicious
imagining…
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Perfectly Persuasive
I will move to the music
eyes closed
hips swaying
arms above my head
singing along.
Wide open spaces
and crowds.
Sunshine upon my shoulders
and kissing my face
wind sweeping through my hair.
I will imagine you here with me.
Your hands upon my hips
pulling me to you
my back
to your front
your arms around me
lips upon my neck
as we lose ourselves in the songs
and the feeling of our bodies
pressed together.
Yes
you will be with me.
I will feel you
with every note played
with every song sung
and smile to myself
at such a sweet
and delicious
imagining…
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Perfectly Persuasive
Dancing with promise
shimmering moments occur
in dizzying succession
Like the tide rushing in
sun sparkling atop the waves
A sea of diamonds
amid white tipped surf
They make me catch my breath
for their beauty
takes me unawares
each time
and sweeps me away
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©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Steve Hanks
Ireland, June 2016
Though I am captivated by it’s rolling hills
verdant knolls in varied shades of luxuriant green
where there is history under every footfall
it is the sound of the ocean’s crash beyond me
and the scent of forever on the wind
that enthrals me
that rejuvenates my soul
and I exhale with longing
to always be this close
to my beloved sea.
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©SirenSong1208
Photographs taken by SirenSong1208
His fingers
caressing
stroking
skin like silk.
His lips
placing a kiss
here
there
and everywhere.
His breath
upon her
causing her to shudder
as she arches toward his touch.
His tongue
dancing upon
pale
and pink
flesh
alike
unremittent in its quest
for her pleasure.
Hungry for her.
For how she feels
under his hands.
For the taste of her
upon his tongue.
To know
to feel
his enjoyment
of this
of what he can give her
of what he wants to give her
again and again…
cette petite mort…
pushes her over the edge
has her passion raging
like a wildfire
and makes her ravenous
for him
in turn.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Dusk
in all its dark hued glory.
The violet hour
when silence speaks to my soul.
I can breathe in the night flowers
absorb the stillness
and know a peace
that only comes
with being alone
with the moon.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
It is all of those things
unsaid
that whisper in our ears
softly
but felt as though shouted.
.
It is all of those things
wanted
desired
that we push
out of reach
out of sight.
.
It is all of those things
that fire our blood
that make us
instinctively
think
fantasize
of one person.
.
It is all of those things
that we pretend
don’t matter
when they do.
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©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Steve Hanks
Feminine to the core
she bears her sensuality
quietly
but passionately.
Her pale skin
striking against the jewelled color
of her bondage.
Emerald in tapestry.
No frippery to detract
simple and elegant
and tied with a bow.
Bound for pleasure.
Ripe for his touch.
Breasts
that bloom
that beckon
for the exploration
of his fingers
of his lips.
A body that aches
to be
unbuttoned
untied
unlaced.
Freed
into his embrace.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.
