Days tinged with sadness.
The die is cast.
Yet even so
I know that light waits for me
just over the horizon.
There will be challenges
that I will embrace with bravery.
There will be disappointments
in what I cannot control.
But I believe
that a better day
will dawn.
For me.
The time will come
when I am free to be me.
Without apology.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
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Christmas Eve mass.
A time for reflection.
But for her
she was thinking of anything
but the birth of the baby Jesus.
She felt naughty
and alive
for she had been given instruction.
Her eyes danced with mischief.
Her secret
and his.
She knew he must have smiled
as he typed the words
wondering at her reaction
feeling a delicious tug
at the thought of her
doing as he had directed.
Up went her skirt
past the lace top thigh highs
dark against her pale thighs.
She tugged her black lace knickers down.
Off they came and down went the skirt
smoothed along her thighs.
Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex
against the skirt.
It was a first for her
and she found it a most delicious practice.
Every time she crossed her legs
every time she moved
she was aware of her bareness.
She thought of him each time
knew he would be pleased
and this aroused her
as pleasing him always did.
Going to church
would never be the same…
*This was first posted two years ago. At the time it caused a bit of a stir. Last year I added audio. It’s a favourite piece so I beg your indulgence once again.
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Blue
my favourite colour
in a lacy sheath that caresses curves
concealing and revealing
elegantly.
Neither the pastel of sunwashed skies
nor the jeweled tone of a Caribbean sea
but rather the velvet dark of a star less night
when lovers’ promises hang in the air.
.
Blue
my evening’s colour
touched with candlelight
and the whisper
of suggestion
of sin.
Deeper than the ocean’s hue
and as bold and fathomless
as my desire
for you.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by SirenSong1208
The cool quiet of this winter night
is heated
by thoughts of you.
This night
becomes one with the darkest of dreams.
Conjuring you up
over the miles
to show me what true possession feels like.
Dark imaginings of your skin pressed to mine
the play of your fingers
across my breasts
my belly
my thighs.
All of this
poured into decadent dreams
as desire saturates my mind.
A kaleidoscope of passion.
I am breathless with every thought I can summon.
Thoughts that become fantasies that become dreams
that are dark and dangerous and daring.
Full of delicious promise
that makes my skin dance
and my body tremble
with the heat of my arousal.
Dreams so real, so vivid
that I can feel the ridges and whirls
of your fingerprints
left across every inch of sacred flesh
and your scent
clinging to my skin as I wake
intoxicating me
anew.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by Jose Miguel
Model: Lauren Nicholas
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Hesitant at first
the temptation to know him
to taste his mind
to be caressed
by the darkness of his thoughts
to drink from the cup he offered
this temptation
whispered my name
incessantly
and I knew
that he
was that potent elixir
that I had thirsted for
an invitation to sin
that appealed to the darkness
that ached to be released.
I knew
that in placing my hand within his
that my fall
would be a swift one
plummeting into his depths
like a rock
within water.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
She cannot remember a time
before the rush
of him.
Before he invaded her thoughts
daily.
Before her body became a temple
for him to worship at.
She cannot remember a time
before the wanting of him.
Before her awareness began.
Before her body reacted
to a single word
from him.
:
*First posted two years ago when I had far fewer followers. I hope that new and old alike enjoy the reposting.
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
I linger in his shadow
entranced by his dark song
staggering in its beauty
enthralling
in its seduction
and which beckons
to my soul
and the midnight
that he knows
prowls within.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by Jose Miguel
Model: Lauren Nicholas
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She wakes in the night
a voice rousing her from her dreams.
It is her own
calling his name.
Her eyes adjust to the darkness.
The stillness surrounding her like a soft blanket.
He’s in her mind
as he always is.
She says his name
softly
once
twice
and like a wraith in the night he is there.
He draws her into his arms
skin against skin
hard against soft
breast to chest
hip to hip.
They cannot get any closer.
She is intoxicated by his scent
by how he feels.
He kisses her
gently at first
then
more insistently
passion flaming at the first touch of tongues.
They become lost in each other
in the contact
in their connection.
As they kiss
skin is pressed
caresses are felt
fingers questing along curves and lines
his
and hers.
He finds her
warm
wet
yielding.
She arches into him
nipples hard against his chest.
Wanting more
needing more.
His knee presses her thighs open
followed by his hands
stroking
teasing
pushing her over the edge.
Her hands reach for him
as he slowly enters her
filling her
his heat now part of hers.
He stills as she wraps her legs around him
pulling him deeper.
Wanting to prolong the moment
when they are closer than close.
Never wanting to wake
from this dream.
:
*A repost from last year now with added audio.
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Photograph taken from Tumblr
Thoughts cut like a knife
after so many years
being relegated to nothing
made to feel small
a stranger
blindsided by the cruelty
of his actions
numbed by the carelessness
of others
close to her
what should have been special
became just one more painful overture
in this
her orchestrated life
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
Much can happen in a year.
I have never been afraid of getting older. In fact, over the last few years I felt I had become a better version of myself. In every way. I was finally comfortable in my own skin, confident in myself and what I knew I offered to those closest to me and to the world at large.
But this has been an extraordinarily hard year. On many fronts. And I feel it. It’s taken its toll. It seems I have been cast upon a new and unwieldy sea. Currents that I used to navigate with ease I am finding to be more treacherous, and challenging, to manoeuvre upon.
I struggle with hope and optimism, with the actions of others, but the one thing I know I can count on, can always rely upon, is my own strength, is my belief in myself.
I wrote the following at the start of this year and I thought it was appropriate to this post:
There are those times that you take stock of yourself
Ticking off what is important
And what is not
I’m not young or beautiful
But I am so much more than the skin I am in
I am the sum total of all my years
I am wisdom
I am kindness
I am compassion
I am humour
I am love
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by SirenSong1208
