Siren Whispers

Siren Song




Wrists touched

with tender fingers

upon sensitive skin, a provocation

an awakening

of feral need.


Wrist held

within a manacle

of your will,


and possessed

for pleasure


Wrists kissed,

a rapid pulse


beneath your lips,

my scent

an invading army

upon your senses;

an invocation of your need.



pale and vulnerable,

soft skin

reddened by your attentions;

the burn left

showing desire’s path

and my destruction.


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Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.

Author: sirensong1208

I created this blog as a way to express myself using my poetry and photography. It is a reflection of who I am and of the things that interest me. I have many muses…perhaps the greatest one being my love of the sea, how I gravitate to anything relating to water, how I feel a pull toward it deep in my bones. At times I will be revisiting content that I have shared on Twitter which has, until now, been the forum I have expressed myself in. That said, the content will change over time as the blog grows and develops. It is my hope that the reader will enjoy the journey.

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