Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Firestorm

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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

nor 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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Wrists

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Wrists touched

with tender fingers

upon sensitive skin, a provocation

an awakening

of feral need.

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Wrist held

within a manacle

of your will,

pinned

and possessed

for pleasure

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Wrists kissed,

a rapid pulse

beating

beneath your lips,

my scent

an invading army

upon your senses;

an invocation of your need.

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Wrists,

pale and vulnerable,

soft skin

reddened by your attentions;

the burn left

showing desire’s path

and my destruction.

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