Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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She has curves

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She has

curves he loves

to grip;

holding her

close to his chest,

resting

in his lap.

He caresses her,

his fingers

knowing

which strings to

pluck

strum

tease;

to make the most beautiful music.

He makes her sing sweetly.

Sometimes

she is accarezzévole,

whispering tenderly;

other times

she is played con affetto,

roaring with passion

abandon

giving her all.

But whichever way she sings

to him,

her voice,

her song

is just for

him.

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She has curves

FullSizeRender

She has curves

He loves to grip.

Holding her close to his chest

Resting in his lap

He caresses her.

His fingers knowing which strings

To pluck

To strum

To tease

To make the most beautiful music.

He makes her sing sweetly.

Sometimes she is accarezzévole

As though she is whispering tenderly.

Other times

She is played con affetto

She is roaring with passion

With abandon

His lover giving her all.

But whichever way she sings to him

Her voice

Her song

Is just

For

Him.

:

©SirenSong1208

Art taken from verycoolphotoblog.com


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The dark storm cloud of her hair

His control…still her undoing a year later…

Siren Whispers

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She is a wild and passionate beauty

Her desire for him

Her undoing

Lost in the moment

Her body completely 

Out of her control

But in his

The dark storm cloud

Of her hair

Spread out about her

In abandon

Photo taken from the internet. Original location not known. If it is yours and you wish me to remove please let me know.

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Of Storm and Girl

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Watercolour by Gilles Grimoin

Words by sirensong1208

Created in relation to the following quote:

“The floating clouds their state shall lend

To her; for her the willow bend;

Nor shall she fail to see

Even in the motions of the Storm

Grace that shall mould the Maiden’s form

By silent sympathy.”

~ William Wordsworth


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Untold Delights

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Within the space 

Of your words

I find untold delights

Your verse

Shakes me to the core

You tease me

Unmercifully

Keeping me 

On edge

Wanting you

Making me ache

With an abandon

I am unfamiliar with

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The dark storm cloud of her hair

photo

She is a wild and passionate beauty

Her desire for him

Her undoing

Lost in the moment

Her body completely 

Out of her control

But in his

The dark storm cloud

Of her hair

Spread out about her

In abandon

Photo taken from the internet. Original location not known. If it is yours and you wish me to remove please let me know.