Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Ruin me

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Ruin me

with thoughts

that seduce my inhibitions

peel the clothes from my body

and have me dancing to the sensuous song

you have sung

the movement within me

answering

untamed

and wanton

.

Ruin me

with words

that adore me

and make love to me

as though they were

your hands

your lips

your tongue

your body

.

Ruin me

slowly

tantalizingly

achingly

in the way that you know I yearn for

.

Ruin me

devastate me

ravage me

…and then begin again

from the beginning

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Source: Little Calamity Jane


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Algorithms

He forms and fashions

neither ode nor sonnet

to intelligence, beauty, grace

but rather algorithms

that map her within his mind.

He looks at her from every angle

judging lines and curves

and all the space in between

deciphering her code

a chemical blueprint that electrifies

and intoxicates him.

Her formula,

one he never tires of experimenting with.

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©SirenSong1208 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Romance

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Romance

is not expensive presents

or lavish flowery words.

It’s not a bouquet of roses

or elaborate dates.

It is the little things

that resonate with her,

that make her swoon

just a bit more,

as she allows you to become closer. 

It is questions asked

that show you’ve been listening to her

and a gaze that misses nothing,

holding and heating her skin

with its intensity. 

It is the slight touch of fingers

when you’re looking elsewhere

apart

but still connected.

It is sitting end to end on a couch

reading

silent but aware of each other.

It is your hand on the small of her back

guiding her

not because she needs you to

but because you can’t not touch her.

Romance is time given

when time is short.

A five minute touch to remind her

that she is in your thoughts as you are in hers.

Romance is what’s real

not fantasy

and there is nothing more real

than seeing her

and letting her see you.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Black Swan Dive

 

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Piercing me


My desire 

is as sharp as glass shards

piercing me

with longing.

With every jagged breath

I am cut anew.

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©SirenSong1208 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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She is the ebb and flow of the sea

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She is the ebb and flow of the sea.

Rushing in to invigorate

To arouse.

To make him feel alive

With the quickening of her surf

And again to recede

In gentleness.

Leaving behind reminders.

A constant in the background

Of his day.

Always just a touch away

But never intruding

Except when the swells build up

And passions rise

Threatening to overtake her.

It is then

That she shows him

Her true measure.

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*Not new but simply, and currently, a truth.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from BlackSwanDive


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A math equation

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She is all curves and lines.

A math equation

he would love to painstakingly solve.

His fingers

constantly itch

to touch her.

To caress

her naked skin,

the satiny feel inducing him to do so.

Again and again.

To stroke

the softness of her lips

drawing a smile from her

in the process.

To cup

her bare breasts

the nipples hardening 

beneath his palms.

Until finally

he traces his finger

along the length

and curve

of her hips.

His calculation of her formula.

Complete.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest

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Midnight reveries

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It is when moonlight arrives

and hours are reversed

that their midnight reveries merge

and take shape.

Sleep and dreams find her

tangled amid a sea of white

her mind reaching out to him

as her fingers touch his

through the ether

dawn lightening his eyes

just as hers close

in darkness.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest