Siren Whispers

Siren Song

Crimson kisses



Red lipstick and lingerie.

He is seated.


Watching her.

Her eyes are upon him.

Watching him.

He inclines his head,

she knows to start.

She crawls across the room 

on her hands and knees

head up

eyes locked with his.

White lace cups her breasts

the material shifting, moving, revealing

as she crawls closer to him

her arse in the air

pale skin exposed by her minuscule thong.

She kneels in front of him

hands upon her thighs

palms up.

She is waiting.

He looks at her appreciatively.

Dark hair curling loosely around her shoulders.

White lace demi cup bra,

the swell of her breasts creating a delicious distraction.

Blue grey eyes smouldering with desire

and the crimson curve of her sensual lips.

He nods his assent and she begins.

She leans toward him, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Button after button carefully undone.

When she is finished she spreads his shirt wide

exposing his chest to her gaze.

Both hands touch him, caress him.

She leans over and kisses the hollow of his neck,

her start.

She places a trail of kisses down his chest.

Licking and kissing

kissing and licking

working her way down to his belly

and beyond.

Marking him 

with her crimson kisses.


*Written a year ago but I thought I would share for those who were not following then. I hope my regular readers don’t mind the repost.


Photograph taken from Pinterest

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.

5 thoughts on “Crimson kisses

  1. This is searing hot. If I was that guy, I’d be a captive audience, from crawling to kissing. Be careful not to touch this poem around paper — it would start fires.

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  2. Tastes much better the second time around ⚡

    Liked by 1 person

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