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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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

.

Is it his face haunting her dreams?

.

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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