Darken my dreams
With thoughts that belie my innocence
Which leave me twisted
And tangled
Amid dawn’s heated sheets
Shipwrecked upon the rocks
Of desire
Shuddering with unspeakable pleasure
As I relive each dark and dangerous delight
My imagination and your touch
Has created
Within the night’s dance
With the moon
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.
With
your fingers
your lips
your tongue
fulfil the promise
in your words.
Assuage the ache
crafted hour upon hour
that permeates me
from skin to soul.
That makes me
wet
with your wild.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from the internet. Original provenance unknown.
She is a dreamer.
There have been times that she’s been accused of having her head in the clouds
of not focusing on the here and now
of getting lost in the future…
in what could be
in what she could do
in what she could be.
And there is always someone wanting to pull her back down
to terra firma
to try to get her to be more practical
more logical.
Always someone telling her that she’s an adult
that dreams are for children
that as an adult she must be more responsible
and focused on reality.
But while she is perfectly capable of being those things
she finds that her soul takes flight
that her wings spread
that she feels the most joyful
and free
when she can run after those dreams
full tilt
with everything that she has
to try and make them a reality.
The dreams that we have and how we approach them
often give a tantalizing glimpse of who we are
and what really matters to us
and
after all
dreams are not just for children.
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*This is not new but remains relevant so here it is again…
©SirenSong1208
Double exposure print taken from Pinterest
This delicious connection
a delightful dance
of matched words and desires.
This slow dance
of wanton thoughts
tangoing through our minds
has us pressing our bodies close
our breath mingling
our desires
aligned.
Our words
a banquet.
A veritable feast for our senses
always dousing us in arousal
but never slaking our thirst.
Always keeping us
on the edge
of hunger.
:
©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Pedro Alvarez
My body awaits your plunder.
Every treasure
meant for only your eyes.
Meant only
for you.
The feel of your tongue
the taste
the flick
the lick
soft and slow
devouring me
but never sating your hunger.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.
I will be your Joan of Arc
in visions of holy devotion
and divine worship.
As you lay siege
to my mind
my body
and to my soul
I will bring truth to your words.
I will illuminate the darkness
as I burn for you.
I will make you a believer.
:
*Written last year after finding the picture seen above. Sometimes pieces almost write themselves.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
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She is all curves and soft skin.
A dark tempest of hair
and eyes the color of a stormy sea.
She is red lace
against pale skin,
chaste yet wanton.
The juxtaposition
of innocence and sin.
Good girl and bad girl.
A contrast that
bewitches him
beguiles him
and entices him
to unravel the enigma
that is her.
:
*Not a new post but something reminded me of it so here it is again.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by sirensong1208
There is a feeling of lawlessness within her.
Tinder awaiting the strike of the match.
A riot of anticipation that begins with him.
Each day cuts her with sharp shivers along every inch of skin.
She is alert and aroused
every blink of her eyes refreshes the picture of him
every breath brings the taste
the scent of him
to her
ravaging her senses.
Images of them become a continuous loop of erotic film
within her mind
as she replays
incessantly
hundreds of scenarios
each one causing her
to close her eyes
to still her breath
to control the rebelliousness of her body
as it becomes traitor to modesty
as the wanton within
begins to dance.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
I adore this…
Intricate
beyond his comprehension
subtle complexity
tangled emotions
labyrinth of thoughts
all wrapped in beauty
woman in every manner
too complicated to understand
too exquisite not to love
©MidwestFantasy
03/11/2017
Ph| flickr.com
She can hardly breathe.
With the flutter of nerves
And excitement
She is blind to all but her own thoughts.
The room is silent
But for the scratching sound of the match
Her senses are heightened
Sight and movement taken
The rich smell of leather permeates the air
She feels the comforting weight
Around her neck
Around her wrists and ankles
She knows what is to come
Yet not when.
He is a quiet presence
Watching her
Waiting for the right moment
Pleased with the sight of her
Cuffed and roped
Here for his pleasure
And hers
The first drops hit her bare skin
The burning pain
Melding into an ache
She feels down into her core
Drop after drop falls
Without end
The wax drips down her breasts
Beading upon her nipples
Dripping further upon her belly
Upon her thighs
Upon her sex
She is twisting her body to evade the wax
But without sight
Without the ability to move fully
She is powerless
The pain makes her whimper, despite herself
Tears well in her eyes
Pain and pleasure
Creating an unfamiliar feeling within her.
Knowing it arouses him
This suffering she endures
Knowing she’s pleased him
This excites her
Makes her hungry for him.
The drops continue to fall
Faster now
Each drop hotter
More painful than the last
She lets go
Stops thinking
As she falls into the pain
As drop after drop falls
All she can think of is him.
Silence
The wax no longer drips
Her pain starts to recede
The blindfold is removed
She feels the ghost of his touch
Lightly over the wax
Thumbing the encased nipple
And further down to spread her thighs
She watches as he looks at his handiwork
The wax itself is like a work of art
He kneels between her thighs
His fingers
His tongue
Dancing upon fevered flesh
Soothing and stimulating
And just as she slips over the edge
Into the abyss
He thrusts into her
Their pleasure delicious
The moment transcendent
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*This is not a new post. Blogged first two years ago and again last year it is one of my favourites so I beg your indulgence once again.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
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