Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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The words

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The words

live and breathe

inside my veins.

Nourished 

by thoughts

by feelings

by desires.

They hide

until I bid them appear,

buffed and burnished

unfettered and released

to whisper the sweet and passionate things

a poetess will murmur

to her Muse.

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Not new but still relevant.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Surf over sand

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Your desire

cascades over my skin

with intent.

It caresses my thighs

it’s fingers moving ever upward

and inward.

It pools in my depths

lingering with expectation. 

It washes over me

like the surf over sand.

Violently

vigorously

forcefully

fiercely

ferociously

fervently.

Covering me

completely

with the passionate purpose

of your embrace

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Heel to hip

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His eye is caught

By the line

From heel to hip

The curve of her calves

Entices him

To touch

To follow that path

With his fingers

A sleek, sensual slide

Of silky, satiny skin

Up her thighs

To where the pencil skirt

Its length deceptively modest

Hugs her hips and arse

As though it were a second skin

Embracing her curves

Like a lovers caress

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph by SirenSong1208


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You are a poem

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You are a poem

a delightful verse

lilting through my days

like a melody.

You are a puzzle

who’s edges fit mine so perfectly

it’s as though we were made

for each other. 

You are an enigma

one that I find intriguing

and enthralling.

Poem, puzzle, enigma.

I may never decipher you

but I will find pleasure

in the endeavouring.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Vladimir Volegov


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I find you

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I find you

in the curve and the wisp

of the clouds above

juxtaposed against perfect blue and sunshine.

Ever changing.

Ever fascinating.

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I find you

in the winter landscape.

From the fragile snowflakes

dancing upon the air

to the heavy snowfall

that blankets the ground.

When the snow beckons

with its pure smile

and remembrances

of snow and pink skin

haunt me.

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I find you

in the sea.

In the waves that crash against the rocks

time after time

to the tide

that rises and travels

to kiss the shore

enveloping completely

before it recedes.

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I find you

in those early morning hours

when I wake

with your name

upon my lips

and my heart aches with want

and yet

a smile finds my lips

as I think of yours.

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I find you

in the silence of the night

as my garden is consumed by inky darkness

as nature settles into sleep

and I let the cares of the day

disappear.

I look at the moon

remembering when I gifted it to you

imagining it’s ethereal fingers

caressing you

in your sleep

and wishing

that they were mine.

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I find you

everywhere.

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*This is not new, but it is a favourite of mine. I hope the reader enjoys.

©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Lluis Ribas


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Passion lingers

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Passion lingers in his every word.

At times it is a subtle caress

at others it is a stroke of intent.

But whether bold

or restrained

his pen is always purposeful

as it provokes my desire

and stokes an already raging fire

into an inferno. 

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph by Adam A. Dean, borrowed from Not Your Canvas


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Pheromone

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A pheromone so powerful

distance is no obstacle.

It invades his imagination

and his senses.

He can smell her when she’s not there.

Her taste is a constant in his mouth.

She has become a perfumed tempest,

her light touch

creating chaos in his soul

luring him back

into her arms.

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*Not new but I like the idea of the senses being tantalised with the scent, taste and feel

of someone you’ve never physically met.

©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Andrew Atroshenko