Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Surf over sand

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Your desire

cascades over my skin

with intent.

It caresses my thighs

it’s fingers moving ever upward

and inward.

It pools in my depths

lingering with expectation. 

It washes over me

like the surf over sand.

Violently

vigorously

forcefully

fiercely

ferociously

fervently.

Covering me

completely

with the passionate purpose

of your embrace

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Firestorm

My pulse races and stutters,

a staccato sound of gunfire,

as you draw near.

Senses enlivened by proximity,

electricity crackling,

the air

ripe

with danger

and desire

as you take what you need,

relentlessly.

My defenses plundered

with the skill of a tactician.

This want

you’ve created,

 a violent firestorm

that burns it all down.

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Awakening

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I cannot cage these thoughts

or douse these desires.

Every encounter pushes me further over the edge,

to fall

to fly

into this fire

with you.

Cool sheets and exhausted sleep

coalesce into an awakening.

Flames licking every inch of my bare frame.

Sheets tangled around curves

as my hands smooth over warm skin

and my fingers find every ache

with your name.

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Undertow

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All along the undertow

I fought for breath

Every tug upon my senses

Pulling me back

Into your tide

The current strong

As strong as my will

My lungs filling

With the taste of memory

Burning with need

Until I surrendered

My thoughts

Struggling no more

Finding freedom

In the embrace

Of your waves

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“Siren’s last breath”

Photographer Steven Kowalski; Model Lauren Roth


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Tangled narrative

my words can,

at times,

be a tender confessional

of needs and wants,

of memories and fantasy,

or sometime a rush of spleen

as I unveil myself

publicly

and privately;

but most often they are

a tangled narrative

that finds me

firmly

at the center,

pulling at edges

that have kept me rooted

and wilting

for far too long

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Photography by Michelle De Rose via Flickr


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Wrists

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Wrists

Touched

With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need

.

Wrists

Held

Within a manacle

Of your will

Pinned

And possessed

For pleasure

.

Wrists

Kissed

A rapid pulse

Beating

Beneath your lips

My scent

An invading army

Upon your senses

An invocation

Of your need

.

Wrists

Pale and vulnerable

Soft skin

Reddened

By your attentions

The burn left

Showing desire’s path

And my destruction

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