Siren Whispers

Siren Song

Sunday confessions



These Sunday confessions

roll off my tongue

like an Act of Contrition…


On my knees,

my tender



for your ears




always the potential

for sin.


His name upon my skin

burning through my clothes

my Sunday secret.


Sunday service will be


and thoughts

I choose not to repent.


He says prayers,

but only into the softness

of my skin.


Lost in your sweet sermon,

no prayers would be more earnest

as I await the burn

of your brimstone,

of your fire.



dedicated to worship,

but only in the most sinful ways.


Until my next Sunday confession…



Artwork by Ekaterina Belinskaya



Author: sirensong1208

I created this blog as a way to express myself using my poetry and photography. It is a reflection of who I am and of the things that interest me. I have many muses…perhaps the greatest one being my love of the sea, how I gravitate to anything relating to water, how I feel a pull toward it deep in my bones. At times I will be revisiting content that I have shared on Twitter which has, until now, been the forum I have expressed myself in. That said, the content will change over time as the blog grows and develops. It is my hope that the reader will enjoy the journey.

10 thoughts on “Sunday confessions

  1. No better way to express Sunday’s as this!

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  2. I was going to comment on this, but I can’t find the words to express my feelings. So let’s have a soul to soul feeling.

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  3. decadent and irresistible desire. Well done!

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