Siren Whispers

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Reverie

Morning glimpsed 

behind a curtain

shaft of light

dancing

upon a headboard

dust motes

alighting

stillness disturbed

fingers slowly

moving

over warm skin

mine for yours

awakening

to thoughts, desire

curling around me

within, a band

tightening

every revolution

intensifying

every stroke

a lover’s wish

shattering restraint in

a rush of sound

a bitten lip

the lingering mark

of your possession

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Light bringer

What prayers are given

within this holy silence – 

how does the wish to be anointed 

with the saving grace of touch

manifest itself,

what way do you desire 

finding a home in a heart’s 

present

as well as its future,

what creed do you memorize –

a name spoken

hushed tones

reverence

a vulnerability you wear

privately

who do you call forth as

light bringer

to your darkness

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A Christmas Eve instruction

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Christmas Eve mass.

A time for reflection.

But for her

she was thinking of anything

but the birth of the baby Jesus.

She felt naughty

and alive

for she had been given instruction.

Her eyes danced with mischief.

Her secret

and his.

She knew he must have smiled

as he typed the words

wondering at her reaction

feeling a delicious tug

at the thought of her

doing as he had directed.

Up went her skirt

past the lace top thigh highs

dark against her pale thighs.

She tugged her black lace knickers down.

Off they came and down went the skirt

smoothed along her thighs.

Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex

against the skirt.

It was a first for her

and she found it a most delicious practice.

Every time she crossed her legs

every time she moved

she was aware of her bareness.

She thought of him each time

knew he would be pleased

and this aroused her

as pleasing him always did.

Going to church

would never be the same…

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*This is not a new post but has become somewhat of a tradition to post each year at this time. I beg your indulgence for another go ’round.

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Seek

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He takes my measure

Every time he meddles

With my boundaries

The seas within my soul

A dark and deep place

That not all wish to explore

With twisting currents

That are forbidding to all

But the most heartened

He who rides the waves 

And plumbs those depths

With courage

Is he who I seek

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Imbibe

deep persuasion

words drunk like wine

intoxicating my soul

hastening my fall

as I imbibe

every

breathless

word

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Vintage girl

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Vintage girl

found within sepia stained pages.

Bound to a life

she was never meant to live.

Dutiful exploits

catalogued inside,

pages

curled over time,

color

seeping from the edges.

she pushes at boundaries.

Her mind,

her soul,

ready to be more than one shade

of alive.

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Every smile

I sat upon the sand

watching as he played amid the waves,

catching each swell as I’d taught him.

With every rise and fall,

and every smile and laugh,

I could see the past years

and the pain and stress he endured

melt away

and for those few carefree moments

he was a kid again,

one who had no worries in front of him

except for whether he might swallow too much

of the sea…

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