Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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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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Unravel me

unravel me

meticulously

fingers plucking edges

confidently

unbind my senses

stealthily

this carefully crafted façade

peeled back

unafraid and curious

the layers beneath, capturing

attention, care taken

as though restoring art

every layer

removed

closer, the hidden

he knows will surpass

what has been

displayed

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Adventure

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The time spreads before me,

shining and restless.

I count the days left in my head,

my smile widening as I think of the plans I’ve made.

My adventure.

Will she be everything I anticipate,

the smells,

the sounds,

that my soul hungers for?

I think she will.

She waits for me,

eager to embrace me once again.

It’s been too long since I’ve felt her touch,

heard her voice,

and been reduced to silence by her beauty.

Each day will be rendered with a luster

I cannot find elsewhere

and which I will carry with me when I leave,

leaving a part of myself

on her shores.

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When night closes in

I want to know the thoughts that linger in his mind

when night closes in.

Do they render him sleepless,

his mind a hive of activity,

plans and conjecture,

a body fitful with want;

or is he able to pull them about him

like a blanket

feeling every soft pass against his skin,

an inaudible sigh within

pleasure pulling him deep into dreams.

I want to know the thoughts that linger in his mind

when night closes in,

I want to know if they are of me.

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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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Scent of forever

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Ireland, June 2016

Though I am captivated by it’s rolling hills

verdant knolls in varied shades of luxuriant green

where there is history under every footfall

it is the sound of the ocean’s crash beyond me

and the scent of forever on the wind

that enthrals me

that rejuvenates my soul

and I exhale with longing

to always be this close

to my beloved sea.

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*The longing for the sea is a constant, never ebbing.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

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