It was an intimate performance
and he was her captive audience.
She had his undivided attention.
He was rapt,
his eyes hungry
as he watched her dance.
Adoring
every curve
every muscle
every glorious inch of skin
revealed.
Each moment sensuously drawn out
along with his breath.
“Thrill me,” he said.
And she did.
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photograph taken from Pinterest
I cannot cage these thoughts
or 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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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Thoughts become lascivious
as they linger upon you.
Unspoken desires steal into every corner,
making themselves known
absconding with all reason
and will.
When night falls and dreams take shape
and as day breaks and you are the first thought that I have,
my body still bearing the midnight touch
of sinful hands
and wicked notions.
The heat cooling upon my skin
as dawn erupts
and the hunger begins anew.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken by SingleChair via Tumblr
I breathe you in.
Knowing you
with that first inhale.
The second breath
ascertains need
acknowledges want.
I experience you
and the inhale becomes greedy gulps
as my lungs
hunger
for that which you are.
Oxygen held for ransom
within these bound breaths,
fettered with longing
before becoming liberated
with your kiss.
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph by weloveunicorns via Flickr
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Fingertips
gently glide along his thighs.
Hands upon shoulders
touching her
as she touches him.
Her soft breath upon him
his hands
tangled like need through her hair.
She breathes him in
senses alive
with sacred desire
and worshipful intent.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Your imprint is deep.
More than a shallow layer of graffiti
written across my skin
with whatever implement is on hand.
Whether pen
or fingers
or tongue,
the message you’ve left
is more than an urban scrawl
fading in the pale light of day.
It is etched upon my soul.
A niche carved out
within my deepest recesses.
Irrevocably yours.
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
She waits,
breathlessly,
for the firm drag of his tongue.
When it comes,
it’s electric.
A bolt
running from him to her.
He says,
“You taste like the ocean.
Like the warm sea
washing over me.
I want to get lost in you,
in your taste
in your essence.”
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016
Artwork by Anna Dart via DeviantArt; “Wine Tasting”
