You inspire deep desire within me
My hunger for you
Ravenous
This ache vibrating
Across every inch of me
Humming audibly
A wild thrumming in my veins
Chanting
Yours
Yours
Yours.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from SocialSurvival
Monthly Archives: October 2017
Impure breath
There are nights that I ache
for that which I can only imagine.
My yearning increasing
with every rise and fall
of the sun.
A longing to learn the mortal language
your hands would teach my body.
My impure breath
tasting of your name
in desperate pleas.
My profane thoughts
becoming a silent invocation
to your darkest
desires.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced
The rain looks like stars
The rain looks like stars
In a night drenched in black
The pavement glittering with silver
I breathe softly
The evening air cool upon my lips
I attempt to calm this turbulence
Within myself
To slow
This rapid pulse
A staccato in my ears
And this dizzying feeling
Which consumes me
I am saturated with emotions
With desire
With longing
Conjured up
With the mere thought of you
:
©SirenSong1208
Artwork “Dancing in the moonlight” by Gilles Grimoin
The night breathes
The night breathes
And sighs your name
It peels the covers away
And stealthily slips into my bed
My lover
To kiss away the moonlight
I am dressed in
To make wicked the waning dark
Bringing about a blush
To rival the dawn
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from WhiteNoten
Library boy
Once upon a time things were simpler.
Innocent.
Life is different now.
Complicated.
I think of you and an image forms in my mind.
Library boy.
You would have been that boy alone at the library table.
A stack of carefully chosen books in front of him.
I would have noticed you from across the room,
my own stack of carefully chosen books in a semicircle before me.
A fortress to hide behind.
A way to see without being seen.
I would lose myself in the silence that was the rule and which I breathed in with great
greedy gulps.
I would have noticed you in much the same way you become aware of the other lone
person in a cinema.
Watching a last run film and laughing at the same parts.
Kindred.
I would have been shy, never speaking to you or making eye contact,
but wanting so much to talk to you
to get your attention.
I would have made trips to the stacks, ostensibly to find a book, though I clearly had
enough to occupy me.
I would have felt you watching me as I walked past you to use the card catalog.
You aware of me.
Me aware of you.
With every step.
Feeling your interest as I shuffled through the cards.
Not reading them.
Not even seeing them.
My face flushed.
My heart thumping out of my chest.
Willing this solitary boy to be as interested in me
as I was in him.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced
Preparing for the burn
I am overcome
Desire rapidly burning edges
Till they meet as an inferno
In the heart of me
Such a sweet pain
A death by craving
Always aching
For that which is out of reach
The press of your body
The taste of your kiss
I feel the heat
From your whispers
The caress of your words
I lick my defenses
Turn my head
Cover my ears
Preparing for the burn
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced
Rosary beads
Touch my curves
as though they were rosary beads.
Thumbing each one
mindfully.
Every stroke of your fingers
a murmured prayer
an Act of Contrition.
I will be the glorious mystery
unfolding beneath
your hands
your mouth.
Make me your religion.
An altar for you
to worship at.
And not just on Sundays…
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr/unsourced
Slide
Slide your hands along my curves.
Feel the warmth of my skin
as it comes alive
under your touch
and you map
every quivering
trembling
aching
inch of flesh
with your insatiable tongue.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
More
The taste of your lips
The honeyed tincture
I crave
With a fierce hunger.
Your essence
A delight to my senses.
Every synapse
Ignited and firing
Until all I can utter
Is ‘More’.
:
*Written two years ago. Some hungers fade while others are fired.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
That book
You would be that book that I would savor.
The cover only hinting at the contents.
My curiosity aroused
by the suggestion of what lay inside.
My attention would be held from those first moments.
A word
a description
would catch my eye
and get me thinking that this was no ordinary book.
Neither formulaic nor predictable,
but rather something unique
and rare.
Something I had searched for,
certain I would know it if I found it.
Modestly bound,
this book would be full of depth.
unmet fire, and promise.
Feeling the connection deep within,
I would pore over each page
keenly,
my fingers sliding along text and image
the heat rising along each curve
my pulse beginning to race
as my imagination began to flare.
The story touching me,
arousing me,
inducing me to read well into the night.
Ravenous for every word.
Enthralled with my discovery.
But though I would be impatient to reach the end
I would restrain myself from glancing at the last page.
Knowing that the journey through those pages,
reading every line
knowing every chapter
would be worth it.
To know the story,
to know the man
in his entirety.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr; original provenance unknown
