Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Inscrutable

Have you ever lost yourself in velvet dreams?

Those that blanket the small
hours of the night, cocooned
in everything the mind shutters
while awake.
Dreams
inscrutable in the light of day,
message unread,
a fragment of memory
we ache
to retain.


Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday

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Awakening

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I cannot cage these thoughts

nor 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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Yes

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As simple as the whisper of your breath

upon me

I softly sigh ‘yes’…

the only word that comes to mind

when your nearness crowds out

all semblance of composure

and surrender

is what I ache for

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Sunday confessions, toi

I was the sweetest,

the most innocent bad girl

he ever created.

Especially on Sunday.

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Sinful Sunday.

Soft white skin

and pure white ribbon.

A sensuous tether

to wicked thoughts

and desires

pulled tight by him.

Making me wet and wild.

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A Sunday prayer.

A single wish

whispered from my lips

that was

purity and sin

interwoven.

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I am

A body trembling with sinful wants

and a soul aching with innocent need.

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I sit upon the church pew

modest in dress and demeanour

distracted

by the secrets and sins

that dance within every line

of the poetry I am composing

in my head.

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You are deeper than skin

greater than sin

absolution is mine

as you touch all the parts of me

that ache for you.

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Unravels

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Days bleed into nights

longing forbidden,

repressed

hours underscored

the persistent hum of sweet desire

yearning that screams for the bite of fingers

maddened with passion

palms molded to hips

intent driven home

the hunger to feel his breath upon my ear, my neck

how it unravels me

completely

this ache burns with a thousand fires

a heat that the press of his skin

would not squelch

but would light anew

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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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Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.


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It is the tease

the slide of lace.

A moment of urgency

as fingers

as tongue

find the waiting ache

her thighs

wet and trembling with arousal

as his mouth moves

from knee

to thigh

to exactly where she needs him.

Bare to his gaze

his tongue hungry

he takes all she has to give

becoming the feast

that never ends.

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