Siren Whispers

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Linger

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it is symbiotic

this need

giving and taking

letting desires unfurl naturally

without agenda or design

words left to linger in thoughts

accelerant to dreams

where lust is rough

and thorough

as he bends me over his desk

my dress bunched up around my waist

his hand upon the small of my back

I feel the press of the wood against my belly

and the press of him against my thighs

my body is on fire

every nerve ending alive and firing

there is tenderness

but in moments such as these

when need is raw and powerful

he shows me just how he craves me

what he can give me

and with it

how my body aches

for all that he is

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He was everywhere

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Making sense

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Why does everything have to make sense

immediately?

Are we so impatient with time that we need to rush through life

at breakneck speed

blinders on

focused on the finish?

Can we not allow ourselves the time to savour the moments

some breathtaking

some painful

some soothing

and some that arouse every fiber of our being

reminding us what it means to be alive…

Are we just numb? Are we too cynical? Are we afraid?

Do we take for granted those blissful moments that colour memories with joy and passion?

Do we tell ourselves that it was just an illusion

and didn’t mean anything?

Does that help us sleep at night

content and smug in our keen sense of survival?

Why do we feel like we must discard anything that seems challenging?

Are we so afraid of risk and chance and the possibilities that we can’t yet see

that are still ahead of us

that we struggle with what we don’t know

and we give up

well before we should.

Are we unwilling to take those extra steps to see what lies around the next bend

what we might find waiting for us upon the horizon?

Why are we so afraid of letting life seduce us?

Why do we refuse to listen to the voice inside, the one that jumps up and down with happiness

when we find something sublime

and unexpected

but immediately question its validity

or our own worthiness.

Are we so afraid to be happy 

that we retreat

refusing to fight for what we need

what we deserve

what we want?

How does that make sense?

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Sweetened the bite

Lost light

drained slowly from her eyes

as over time

joy 

was dampened by indifference.

The sparkle

of her vivaciousness

and lust for life

renewed

with a purposeful glance.

Tender intent

and words

that sweetened the bite

of each day.

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*Written in March for Instagram and Twitter prompt: MarchFalls

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Algorithms

He forms and fashions

neither ode nor sonnet

to intelligence, beauty, grace

but rather algorithms

that map her within his mind.

He looks at her from every angle

judging lines and curves

and all the space in between

deciphering her code

a chemical blueprint that electrifies

and intoxicates him.

Her formula,

one he never tires of experimenting with.

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Piercing me


My desire 

is as sharp as glass shards

piercing me

with longing.

With every jagged breath

I am cut anew.

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She is the ebb and flow of the sea

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She is the ebb and flow of the sea.

Rushing in to invigorate

To arouse.

To make him feel alive

With the quickening of her surf

And again to recede

In gentleness.

Leaving behind reminders.

A constant in the background

Of his day.

Always just a touch away

But never intruding

Except when the swells build up

And passions rise

Threatening to overtake her.

It is then

That she shows him

Her true measure.

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*Not new but simply, and currently, a truth.

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