Siren Whispers

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Winter goddess

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He dreams of pure white flakes

in the dark storm of her hair

of laughing eyes

and cheeks pink from the cold

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He dreams of peeling off her clothes

laying her down in the snow

watching her shiver

before running his finger

down the length of her

her eyes locked upon his

body arching to his fingers

before covering her shivering body

with his heat

with his hands

with his mouth.

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He dreams of her,

his winter goddess

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*Not a new piece but I like it and beg the reader’s indulgence.

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I dream of your hands

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I dream of your hands

tangled like need

in my hair

as I breathe you in.

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I dream of your hands

finding every curve and line

touching them

molding them to your palms

like a sculptor.

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I dream of your hands

covering every inch of my skin

a blistering caress

that ignites my own fire.

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I dream of your hands

making my body sing

with a touch, a grasp

that tells me I am yours

my song for your ears only.

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I dream of your hands

and my own hands

become your proxy.

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Arsonist

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You never forget the first touch

nothing you had known before

could compare,

a connection felt

beyond skin

down to your bones

a fire

an intensity

continuing to build

every moment

leaving you breathless,

on fire

until you became

a wildfire

and he,

the arsonist

setting your edges ablaze

standing back, watching

you burn

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Awaiting discovery

Autumn color

displays its soul

complex and deep

eyes feast upon complexities

drama

against sullen sky

November’s grip

winter chasing sun

sky threatening eruption

emotion held to its breast

since spring came and went

intense hue

a taste, pungent

how it lies upon my tongue

awaiting discovery

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Winter’s kiss

The last leaf falls

to the ground, solitary

sentries within my garden

tall

proud

naked

to the gaze of the sun

vulnerable and exposed, limbs

aching for the touch

in winter’s kiss

autumn’s slumber becoming

the waiting beauty

of winter

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Unravels

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Days bleed into nights

longing forbidden,

repressed

hours underscored

the persistent hum of sweet desire

yearning that screams for the bite of fingers

maddened with passion

palms molded to hips

intent driven home

the hunger to feel his breath upon my ear, my neck

how it unravels me

completely

this ache burns with a thousand fires

a heat that the press of his skin

would not squelch

but would light anew

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That first face

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She was the first face I saw.

I fell in love

But didn’t know it.

Those hazel eyes gazing down at me

Soothing my abrupt entrance

Into a much colder world

Than the one I had existed in

For months.

I quickly came to realize

That she was my world.

Her beloved countenance

Changing over the years

But always

Full of love

Full of pride.

She has been

My teacher

My cheerleader

My taskmaster

My confidante.

Providing an example

Of what to strive for

Being supportive of the choices I made

Even ones that she knew would hurt me

Assuring me

That kindness doesn’t make one weak

And always making it clear

That the world was my oyster

That I alone could make my world

What I wished it to be.

I have been so lucky

To have had such a wonderful person

To guide my days

To know unconditional love and acceptance.

Recently I was reminded of a song

That was always hers and mine.

My mother

My friend.

You and me against the world.

A mother’s love

A sacred thing.

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*I’ve posted this multiple times but on this day, the birthday of the most amazing and loving person that I know, I felt it fitting. Happy 90th birthday Mom.

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