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.
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©SirenSong1208
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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.
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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.
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©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.
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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.
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*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.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by Jose Miguel
Model: Lauren Nicholas
