Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Wicked notions

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Thoughts become lascivious

as they linger upon you.

Unspoken desires steal into every corner,

making themselves known

absconding with all reason

and will.

When night falls and dreams take shape

and as day breaks and you are the first thought that I have,

my body still bearing the midnight touch

of sinful hands

and wicked notions.

The heat cooling upon my skin

as dawn erupts

and the hunger begins anew.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken by SingleChair via Tumblr

 


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Bound breaths

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I breathe you in.

Knowing you

with that first inhale.

The second breath

ascertains need

acknowledges want.

I experience you

and the inhale becomes greedy gulps

as my lungs

hunger

for that which you are.

Oxygen held for ransom

within these bound breaths,

fettered with longing

before becoming liberated

with your kiss.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph by weloveunicorns via Flickr


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Worshipful intent

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Fingertips

gently glide along his thighs.

Hands upon shoulders

touching her

as she touches him.

Her soft breath upon him

his hands

tangled like need through her hair.

She breathes him in

senses alive

with sacred desire

and worshipful intent.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Urban scrawl

Your imprint is deep.

More than a shallow layer of graffiti

written across my skin

with whatever implement is on hand.

Whether pen

or fingers

or tongue,

the message you’ve left

is more than an urban scrawl

fading in the pale light of day.

It is etched upon my soul.

A niche carved out

within my deepest recesses.

Irrevocably yours.

 

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr

 


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Your essence

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She waits,

breathlessly,

for the firm drag of his tongue.

When it comes,

it’s electric.

A bolt

running from him to her.

He says,

“You taste like the ocean.

Like the warm sea

washing over me.

I want to get lost in you,

in your taste

in your essence.”

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Artwork by Anna Dart via DeviantArt; “Wine Tasting”

 

 


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Dreams

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Dreams are an escape.

They provide us a way to cope with a monotone life.

One we are indentured to.

One we have been imprisoned within

by ourselves, or by others.

But dreams are also a journey

a fantastical, adventurous trip.

A path to nowhere,

and everywhere.

We never know whether the line will be straight and true

toward the fulfilment of that dream

or if the way will be mired in confusion, loss, fear, anger, 

those times when the dream is lost.

I adore the dream.

The dream is a lifeboat

for when the seas are rough and we need something to cling to.

The dream

is the burning light upon the horizon

the glorious sunrise we awaken to each day

the focus that keeps our feet upon the path

that keeps our hearts strong.

The dream

is our gift

to ourselves.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Artwork taken from Tumblr


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Take me there

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‘Take me there’, she said

show me the way

paint vivid, lustful pictures

with your fingers

with your tongue

give me

give us

what’s craved most

the satisfying knowledge

of hands

and skin

and mouths

learning and deciphering

a master class in this wanton desire

with me

your devout pupil

leaving me wet

with your sinful trail of kisses

all down my body

no longer restrained

and feeling

every nuance

as we twine our limbs

pressed skin to skin

as close

as our next breath

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Tumblr