Hers is a soulful sea
as wide as the Sargasso
and with depths
still to be plumbed.
An oceanic landscape
ever changing
yet remaining constant.
Ebb and flow.
She is fluid
in thought and desire
and as passionate
as white-tipped waves
within a storm.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
Come closer
Find me
Light having been leavened
Where darkness had abruptly fallen
A path cleared
On two fronts
.
Come closer
Find me
Upon the path this maze of words you’ve created
Has left me
Adorned with memories
Dressed with your signature
Formed with touchstones
You know I will recognise
.
Come closer
Find me
See my words
Hear my voice
Come closer
And touch me
In all the ways
That we know
That we’ve shared
That we adore
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.
I wish to be on a board in the sun.
The swells of the sea undulating beneath my open thighs
As I scan the horizon
It’s peaceful
And yet exhilarating
My memory is strong
Three summers gone
The board is long
And unwieldy
As I am not used to its length
Or weight
It was purple and white
I recall an intense feeling of excitement
Building within
One for the bucket list
A girl of the sea
I had always been
But had never taken the plunge
And ridden the waves before
At least
Not on my feet
The adrenaline that I feel
Being tossed and turned by
The ocean’s current
Should frighten me
Make me more cautious
But I’m addicted to that high
The way it makes me feel
Invincible
When I emerge from the surf
Smiling
And breathless
But balancing upon fiberglass
And the power of the sea
That was a new test
As with everything new
I was focused
As well as thrilled and nervous
But I was all in
And all in it turned out to be
I’d ride the waves to the shoreline
Flying off into the water
Before I made land
Laughing and paddling out to try once more
Except for that last time…
Like every other attempt
I caught the swell
And rode the wave to shore
But that final time it came faster
The surging current swiftly moving inland
Like a bullet train
And I was caught off guard
My board hit the sand
Flinging me off
Pitching me face first into the sand
A horrifying sight I’m sure
To those sitting there
I managed to stand up
Sand in my mouth
And my head ringing from the impact
Not realizing the damage I had done
The wounds caused
And just how lucky I had been
But despite the danger
Despite what happened
The lure to ride those waves again
Tugs at me
As the ocean does to the shore
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*Continuing with my (apparent) aquatic theme, this is not new but from two summers past. And the lure still tugs at me.
©SirenSong1208
Photo taken from Pinterest
The moonlight upon water
catches the lilt of the waves as they rise and fall.
The ebb and flow of the tide
speaking in hushed tones.
The night is dark and as soft as velvet.
They are alone.
The beach is deserted,
the only indication otherwise
the path of clothes leading to the waters edge.
They are there within the warm waters
with nothing between them but the sea,
lapping around them.
She is pressed to him,
her arms around his neck
her hands in his hair and upon his neck
caressing him.
His hands stroke her back, her hips, her arse
gripping their curve and pulling her to him
pressing his urgent arousal against her
finding her warm and willing.
Their kisses are deep
tongues tangling
teeth nibbling.
They are lost in each other
fingers sensually smoothing over wet skin.
.
He lifts her up and as he does so
she wraps her long legs around his waist
his hard against her soft.
She arches her back
and he leans down to take a nipple between his lips
laving the tight rosebud with his tongue.
Enjoying the feel of her
and how she tastes of the sea.
The way he touches her
arouses her so completely
makes her wild to feel him inside of her.
As she kisses him
she wraps her legs tighter
pressing against him.
.
They groan into each other’s mouths
as he enters her
his hands squeezing her cheeks
controlling the movement
both of them lost to their arousal
as it violently crests.
She holds tightly to his shoulders
as he thrusts into her again and again
taking them down to the sand
water rushing over them
cooling their heated skin
but never dousing the fire between them.
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*Another piece that is not new but I beg your indulgence with this repost, my mind consumed with the sea at the moment.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
It was simple,
Yet elegant.
Embroidered lace.
Delicate
Feminine.
Covering,
Yet revealing at the same time.
She was nervous
Yet excited.
The butterflies in her stomach
Threatening to fly free.
With nervousness can come haste
Nevertheless she stilled her fingers
She willed herself to take her time
Her fingers finding and undoing each hook
Slowly
Peeling the lace back
Bit by bit
Inch by inch of creamy skin
Exposed.
Her heart racing
Faster.
She knew that his eyes were locked upon her
Not missing a thing.
He looked intently at her face
Watching as she undid the last remaining hook
And raised her eyes to his.
He caught his breath.
For he knew
And she knew
In that moment
The one that they had waited for
That she was utterly his
That she would always be
His.
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*Not a new piece but as I was reminded today, it is new for some.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr, original provenance unknown.
A playground for your pleasure
replete with velvety hollows
and silken niches
a wonderland of hills, valleys
and dangerous curves
that you navigate with the hands
of an explorer
.
My mind aflame with suggestion
as you whisper every dirty thing
you have wanted to do
since you first saw me
everything you will do
now that you have me
.
Burning with desire
minds swollen with fantasy
imagination at full throttle
spilling devotion across my pale skin
with pain and pleasure
.
You worship me hard
leaving me raw
as we become more and more
tangled with lust
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by Eugene Reno
You touched me
like slow ripples upon a lake.
Remotely at first
and then gingerly
a cautious toe dipped into unknown waters.
But as trust, affection, and ardor grew
and knowledge became power
the expanse swelled
until there was no part of me
or you
untouched.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by Mitchell Weholt
She could dream of the freedom to roam at will
feeling the wind in her hair
the lift to her soul.
Mastering the elements of her days
as she let loose the storm, the wild within.
Hers an untamed spirit
oft hidden
but completely revealed
with one look into her eyes.
Believing in herself
and her dreams
she reaches for a life
that flows with passion.
A river wild
that is neither a love controlled
nor impetuous
but one that is illuminated
with the same vision.
A meeting of minds and needs
bound tightly with mutual respect.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.
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My words
a tender, sensual confessional.
Invocation
given on my knees.
Bound by need and want
I look to you for sublime absolution.
Sooty lashes lay upon my pale cheeks.
My mind awhirl with thoughts
as I wait
for the touch of your fingers
lifting my chin
my eyes following.
To see my sin
reflected
within your eyes.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph by Roberto Gioli
Remember when it was but a quiet yearning
between us
When conspiratorial whispers fell and were caught
by eager hands
And words became an intimate dance
between two hungry minds
Before the pools of lambent light
illuminated the darkness
and the path before us
The spark becoming a bonfire of desire
with flames spanning land and sea
Remember when
we became
us…
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
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