Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Thrill me

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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


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Awakening

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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

 


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Wicked notions

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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.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken by SingleChair via Tumblr

 


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Bound breaths

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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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Worshipful intent

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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.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Urban scrawl

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

 


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Your essence

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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”