Wrists
Touched
With tender fingers
Upon sensitive skin
A provocation
An awakening
Of feral need
.
Wrists
Held
Within a manacle
Of your will
Pinned
And possessed
For pleasure
.
Wrists
Kissed
A rapid pulse
Beating
Beneath your lips
My scent
An invading army
Upon your senses
An invocation
Of your need
.
Wrists
Pale and vulnerable
Soft skin
Reddened
By your attentions
The burn left
Showing desire’s path
And my destruction
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Feminine to the core
she bears her sensuality
quietly
but passionately.
Her pale skin
striking
against the jewelled color
of her bondage.
Emerald in tapestry.
No frippery to detract.
Simple and elegant
and tied with a bow.
Bound for pleasure.
Ripe for his touch.
Breasts
that bloom
that beckon
for the exploration
of his fingers
of his lips.
A body that aches
to be
unbuttoned
untied
unlaced.
Freed
into his embrace.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photograph taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.
His fingers
caressing
stroking
skin like silk.
His lips
placing a kiss
here
there
and everywhere.
His breath
upon her
causing her to shudder
as she arches toward his touch.
His tongue
dancing upon
pale
and pink
flesh
alike
unremitting in its quest
for her pleasure.
Hungry for her.
For how she feels
under his hands.
For the taste of her
upon his tongue.
To know
to feel
his enjoyment
of this
of what he can give her
of what he wants to give her
again and again…
cette petite mort…
pushes her over the edge
has her passion raging
like a wildfire
and makes her ravenous
for him
in turn.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photograph taken from Pinterest
My eyes alight upon you
with a deepening gleam
of fervent desire.
This feral awakening
has me in its grips,
one which you know
intimately.
You are as ravenous as I.
Aching to devour all I offer,
to drain me
of all my inhibitions.
One bite
at a time.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
The lightning within her
crackles upon his touch
and becomes a surge of electricity.
This chemistry between them,
an insatiable hunger
of mind and body
that becomes
an amalgamated brew,
every sip
a potent one.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
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The curve draws his attention.
Womanly.
Luscious.
Soft.
His fingers and lips
ache to touch
to plant a kiss.
Just there.
.
He yearns to know
her scent
her feel
her taste.
He knows she’d sigh.
That she aches to feel his breathe
Just there.
.
So close.
She shudders in expectation.
Her thighs begin to tremble.
She holds her breath
waiting
wondering
where his lips
will land next.
Will they?
Just there…
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photograph taken from PerfectlyPersuasive
If I simply say
that I am hungry for you…
will that tell you everything?
Will it reveal how
every day
every night
my skin burns
my body yearns
for your touch
from your fingers
your lips
your tongue
for the press of you
between my thighs
for everything I know
and yet don’t know.
.
Feel me closer
even if only in your mind
and imagine the night closing in around me
a sensuous shroud upon my nakedness.
Envision how my skin feels your kiss in the night air
how I arch my back to receive your touch
and open my thighs
to questing fingers
that are your proxy
caressing curves
and stroking this ache
again and again.
Can you hear my breath…
short and sharp with my arousal
my mind saturated with my images of you
as I become flushed with excitement
on the cusp of utter bliss.
The haven of my bed
witness to the desire
and longing
I have for you
the walls echoing
your name.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photograph taken from Pinterest
