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
:
Copyright ©SirenSong1208
All rights reserved
Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced
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.
:
Copyright ©SirenSong1208
All rights reserved.
Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced.
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.
:
Copyright ©SirenSong1208
All rights reserved.
Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.
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
:
Copyright ©SirenSong1208
All rights reserved.
“Siren’s last breath”
Photographer Steven Kowalski; Model Lauren Roth
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
:
Copyright ©SirenSong1208
All rights reserved.
Photography by Michelle De Rose via Flickr
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
:
Copyright ©SirenSong1208
All rights reserved.
Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.
Siren Whispers 