Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Just there


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The curve draws his attention.




His fingers and lips

ache to touch

to plant a kiss.

Just there. 


He yearns to know

her scent

her feel

her taste.

He knows she’d sigh.

That she aches to feel his breathe

Just there.


So close. 

She shudders in expectation.

Her thighs begin to tremble. 

She holds her breath



where his lips

will land next.

Will they?

Just there…


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from PerfectlyPersuasive




I will not speak to you through my words.

though you will find my answer there.

I will give you my voice


and irresolute

replete with the cracks and inflection of emotion

as I battle myself

and allow a dismantling of this mighty fortress I’ve erected.

Each stone removed

giving way to vigorous expression of thought

becoming certain

urged on by the slight presence of fingers

at the small of my back.

No guide

simply assurance.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from White Noten


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A quickening


The music we compose


in time


and passionate.

A violin’s bow across strings

the aching sweetness

of the song

like a flicker to flame.

A quickening

we cannot deny.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest


Feel me closer

If I simply say

that I am hungry for you…

will that tell you everything?

Will it reveal how

every day

every night

my skin burns

my body yearns

for your touch

from your fingers

your lips

your tongue

for the press of you

between my thighs

for everything I know

and yet don’t know.


Feel me closer

even if only in your mind

and imagine the night closing in around me

a sensuous shroud upon my nakedness.

Envision how my skin feels your kiss in the night air

how I arch my back to receive your touch

and open my thighs

to questing fingers

that are your proxy

caressing curves

and stroking this ache

again and again.

Can you hear my breath…

short and sharp with my arousal

my mind saturated with my images of you

as I become flushed with excitement 

on the cusp of utter bliss.

The haven of my bed

witness to the desire

and longing

I have for you

the walls echoing

your name.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Pinterest


Making sense


Why does everything have to make sense


Are we so impatient with time that we need to rush through life

at breakneck speed

blinders on

focused on the finish?

Can we not allow ourselves the time to savour the moments

some breathtaking

some painful

some soothing

and some that arouse every fiber of our being

reminding us what it means to be alive…

Are we just numb? Are we too cynical? Are we afraid?

Do we take for granted those blissful moments that colour memories with joy and passion?

Do we tell ourselves that it was just an illusion

and didn’t mean anything?

Does that help us sleep at night

content and smug in our keen sense of survival?

Why do we feel like we must discard anything that seems challenging?

Are we so afraid of risk and chance and the possibilities that we can’t yet see

that are still ahead of us

that we struggle with what we don’t know

and we give up

well before we should.

Are we unwilling to take those extra steps to see what lies around the next bend

what we might find waiting for us upon the horizon?

Why are we so afraid of letting life seduce us?

Why do we refuse to listen to the voice inside, the one that jumps up and down with happiness

when we find something sublime

and unexpected

but immediately question its validity

or our own worthiness.

Are we so afraid to be happy 

that we retreat

refusing to fight for what we need

what we deserve

what we want?

How does that make sense?


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr



Sweetened the bite

Lost light

drained slowly from her eyes

as over time


was dampened by indifference.

The sparkle

of her vivaciousness

and lust for life


with a purposeful glance.

Tender intent

and words

that sweetened the bite

of each day.


*Written in March for Instagram and Twitter prompt: MarchFalls

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr



Every glimpse


With every glimpse of her

it is like he is seeing her

for the first time.

What he thought he knew about her

takes on new dimension


every word

every thought

every response.

She continues to surprise him

causing him to reassess


and smile to himself

at his find. 

Seemingly delicate

her petals unfolding



full of pride

and glory.

Her core is hardy.

She is no wilting flower.

She will allow you to see

what she wishes.

Her hand 

with his

guiding this unveiling

as she never does anything

she does not wish to.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from White Noten