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Her mind is like a mountain

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Her mind is like a mountain

One you are interested in scaling

Initially the climb seems easy

Straightforward with minimal difficulty

You see what you get

But as you get to know her

You realize

That this is no ordinary climb

There are challenges as you go higher

Things become more complex

There are layers where you did not expect them

But while the climb is not easy

It is worthwhile

Because when you reach the top

When you have taken the time

Listening and learning

The views are magnificent

And the air is untouched and pure

So breathe deeply of her

She’ll sink into your soul

And show you the beauty found

In her light

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©SirenSong1208

Double exposure photograph by Antonio Mora


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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.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from BlackSwanDive


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A math equation

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She is all curves and lines.

A math equation

he would love to painstakingly solve.

His fingers

constantly itch

to touch her.

To caress

her naked skin,

the satiny feel inducing him to do so.

Again and again.

To stroke

the softness of her lips

drawing a smile from her

in the process.

To cup

her bare breasts

the nipples hardening 

beneath his palms.

Until finally

he traces his finger

along the length

and curve

of her hips.

His calculation of her formula.

Complete.

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As fluid as the sea

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She is as fluid

As the sea

Calm when there are no storms

Restless when the wind picks up

And movement is needed

And at times stormy

When she has been burdened

She ebbs out to the horizon

But like all sea water

She always makes it back

To shore

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*First posted in November of 2014 but some things remain constant.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.


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She is a dreamer

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She is a dreamer.

There have been times that she’s been accused of having her head in the clouds

of not focusing on the here and now

of getting lost in the future…

in what could be

in what she could do

in what she could be.

And there is always someone wanting to pull her back down

to terra firma

to try to get her to be more practical

more logical.

Always someone telling her that she’s an adult

that dreams are for children

that as an adult she must be more responsible

and focused on reality.

But while she is perfectly capable of being those things

she finds that her soul takes flight

that her wings spread

that she feels the most joyful

and free

when she can run after those dreams

full tilt

with everything that she has

to try and make them a reality.

The dreams that we have and how we approach them

often give a tantalizing glimpse of who we are

and what really matters to us

and

after all

dreams are not just for children.

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*This is not new but remains relevant so here it is again…

©SirenSong1208

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She is red lace

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She is all curves and soft skin.

A dark tempest of hair

and eyes the color of a stormy sea.

She is red lace

against pale skin,

chaste yet wanton.

The juxtaposition

of innocence and sin.

Good girl and bad girl.

A contrast that

bewitches him

beguiles him

and entices him

to unravel the enigma

that is her.

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*Not a new post but something reminded me of it so here it is again.

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Photograph taken by sirensong1208


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Snow and thorns

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She is a garden of snow and thorns.

Her colours muted 

as the winter winds blew

as the temperatures dropped

and she became quiet in her hibernation.

Withdrawing into herself

reflecting upon her year

on the people, the places, the things

that shaped those days

and of the lessons that she learned.

But now

as the days grow shorter

and the nights grow longer

she waits for him

to quieten her mind

with his touch.

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©SirenSong1208

Double exposure photograph taken from Pinterest