Siren Whispers

Siren Song

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Smoke and ghosts

Smoke and ghosts


To haunt a room

To plague one’s thoughts

With memories that leave you reeling

When you happen upon 

A whisper

A scent

Of what once was


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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He takes my measure

Every time he meddles

With my boundaries

The seas within my soul

A dark and deep place

That not all wish to explore

With twisting current

That are forbidding to all

But the most heartened

He who rides the waves 

And plumbs those depths

With courage

Is he who I seek


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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This night


All he could do was stare.

He was mesmerized by beauty.

By this place

By this night

And by her

Especially her.


He would have known her anywhere

The elegant and sensual curve of neck and shoulder

Seemingly created for his lips.

The bare expanse of back

That always beckoned to his fingers to caress

And the sweet curve of hip and arse

So beautifully adorned by her red dress.


The night air felt soft and velvety upon her skin.

Light danced upon the water.

The evening was rich with romance and possibility.

This place was magical

Always one of beauty to her

It would take on new memories and significance

With him.

She was intoxicated by it all.

By this place.

By this night.

And by him

Especially by him.


He had never met her

Not in person.

Being this close to her made him light headed

With desire.

He wanted her.

So much.

For a moment he thought of whisking her away

Foregoing the meal.

But he dismissed that thought.

He had plans

And he was in no hurry.

He wanted to savour every second.

To anticipate how they would tease and tempt their palates

Until they were ravenous for each other.

But for now he wanted to drink her in

To memorise this moment

The beginning of the night

The fulfillment of promise.


She could barely contain her excitement.

She recalled his first words to her.

Remembered every message they exchanged.

Thought about the countless nights

Her body burned for him

As she slept alone.

How she ached to be fully claimed by him.

To feel his touch upon the skin he adored.

To feel his lips, his kiss

Knowing they would sear her soul.

How she knew that this night

This time with him

She would never forget.

No amount of imagining could rival

What she was certain he had planned for her

For them.


He took the few steps to where she was standing

Smiling, he softly spoke her name.


She turned with a smile

The butterflies within her

Threatening to erupt.


He gazed at her

Taking all of her in.

From the arched brows above blue grey eyes

The sculpted cheekbones and curved smile

To the dark mane of hair framing her face

Piled high

Leaving her neck bare

For his pleasure.

He sighed to himself.

He would enjoy taking it down later

When she was naked

And his.


She would have known him anywhere

His captivating eyes

Holding her prisoner.

And his mouth

Oh his mouth.

The fantasies she’d had of that mouth

How she’d love to bite that lower lip.

To feel the press of those lips along every inch of her body.

She could lose herself in those eyes and lips.

Gladly give herself up to worship by them.

Let him do whatever he wanted

Knowing she could not stop him

Nor would she want to


As if by prescribed agreement

His arms opened and she slipped into them

Burying herself in his embrace.

He held her tightly

Their bodies pressed together

From shoulder to hip.

She tilted her head back and he kissed her

One hand upon the small of her back

The other along the back of her neck

Holding her to him, firmly.

The kiss was intense.

Full of pent up feelings, desires.

As he pulled his lips from hers

He felt her shuddering breath

Closed his eyes briefly and smiled

Knowing how she felt.

He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand

And then as he ran his finger over her lips

He looked at her and said, “Are you hungry?”


*A repost from two years ago and one that many seemed to really like. I’ve been meaning to write more of their story but the words have not materialized. Maybe in the new year.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015

Artwork by Emerico Toth

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Her mind is like a mountain


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Her mind is like a mountain

One you are interested in scaling

Initially the climb seems easy

Straightforward with minimal difficulty

You see what you get

But as you get to know her

You realize

That this is no ordinary climb

There are challenges as you go higher

Things become more complex

There are layers where you did not expect them

But while the climb is not easy

It is worthwhile

Because when you reach the top

When you have taken the time

Listening and learning

The views are magnificent

And the air is untouched and pure

So breathe deeply of her

She’ll sink into your soul

And show you the beauty found

In her light



Double exposure photograph by Antonio Mora




I listen to the rain outside my window

every droplet falling midway between hard and soft.

I get lost in the rhythm





and I imagine every one as you

falling upon my skin

touching me.

Your lips

finding my every curve and hollow

adoring them

worshiping them

like an artist

like a lover.

Your tongue

tasting me.

Your eyes closed as you make that first discovery.

That long asked question


The hunger to taste more

burning through you

like a wildfire.

The rain makes me think of getting lost in you

of every sensation I can conjure

when your name

crosses my lips.



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Cool quiet


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The cool quiet of the night

fills with the fervour of

decadent dreams.

Desire saturates the mind

with breathless imaginings

as skin dances

with the heat of arousal.

This is the time that I wait for.

The time that I can unbutton my mind

and let my fingers follow

imagining that they are yours.

Yearning for the day

that they might be.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced

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Tempest’s brew

Within the shadow

Of the storm

This tempest’s brew

Forget me not

For I am

At once

the waves that crash

With ferocity

Upon your silent shore

And the safe harbor

You plot your course to


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Artwork by Nikolena Petolas




Days bleed into nights

With this forbidden longing

Hours underscored with the persistent hum

Of sweet desire

A yearning that screams for the bite of fingers

Maddened with passion

And palms molded to hips

As intent is driven home

It is a hunger to feel his breath upon my ear, my neck

Knowing how it unravels me


With an ache that burns with a thousand fires

A heat that the press of his skin

Would not squelch

But would light anew


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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Darkness settles

and sinister desires arise

from the ashes.

Passion blazes 

like a phoenix

upon paths

once scorched.

Volatile hearts



for what they need

their wants crystalised

in the visage

of the other.

The violent rhythm

of this requited lust

is seductive and enticing.

Brutal bloody destruction

of walls and bridges

inhibitions and taboos

their goal.



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Dark intention

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The night is good at keeping secrets

Wishful thoughts and lustful want

Confessed to the moon

By lovers out of reach

Proximity to touch forbidden

By circumstance

But in the haven of the midnight hour

Our dreams become laced

With a touch of sin

Every dark intention

Manifesting itself

With the silhouette

Of the one we yearn for

As we let our pent up

Burning desire

Run as wild as a mustang

Across the plains


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced