Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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He reads her

He reads her and wonders: Is it his name written between the lines?

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Could he be the one, 

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

the fire within her

tangled sheets

the heat

between her thighs

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Could he be the one,

the smile that appears 

when no one is looking

a secret she keeps

close to her

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Is it his face haunting her dreams?

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He reads her

and wonders

and wants it to be so

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Cover me with your sin

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Cover me with your sin

Fingers threaded through with mine

Held aloft

Pressed upon soft white sheets

Stark against flesh flushed pink

With arousal

With exertion

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Cover me with your sin

As you crowd me with your intentions

To spoil

To sate

To initiate

Claiming every dark instinct as your own

As you pin me to the page

Writing your darkest prose

Seeing my response

Under your fingertips

A whorl of darkly inked curves and lines

Entwining with your own

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Inhabited

He finds she lingers

like woodsmoke on a winter’s night

a scent at once pleasing

pungent, with memories he pulls close

remembrance sinking its claws in

deep, hunger for another taste

taking hold

he awaits the rush of blood to his head

a feral assault on his senses

that will leave him aching

inhabited

by the traces she leaves behind

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Undoing

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Every scrap of lace

every length of ribbon

every button

every bow

I imagine your fingers

slowly

meticulously

tantalisingly

deliciously

undoing each of them

and in doing so

…undoing me.

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Bow to strings

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Violin plays to my soul’s voice.

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Your lips find my skin with every note

played, sometimes tenderly

slowly elucidating

notes and feelings drawing

sweetness to the surface

sometimes with an intensity

breathtaking with passion

brooking no resistance

lips to skin

bow to strings

you

maestro of my body and soul

the song spills from my lips

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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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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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