Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Devour

I would devour every moment

With gusto

Wiping my hand across my mouth

Like a heathen

My eyes bright

With sublime satisfaction

Ready for more

I don’t care if it’s sloppy

Without eloquence

I want to partake

In all manner

Civil

Or not

This feral need

Bursting at the seams

A blistering anticipation

For my senses

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A slow build

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Anticipation.

There is something to be said

for waiting

for savouring the moments that lead to that

singular moment.

It is the heightened response

you cannot help but be infused with.

Touched

again and again

eliciting a craving

for more and more.

A feeling of almost being out of control

a spiralling upward

that creates a delicious tension

upon your skin

as though you are a violin string

strung tight.

Thrummed

hard

and left vibrating.

Your note

singing out

desperately yearning

for the notes

that follow…

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Depths

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There is a pleasure to be had

in waiting upon the shore

for the tide to arrive.

To rush the beach

in a fury

in a passionate arrival.

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It is the pleasure to be had

in anticipation

that arouses my spirit

which makes me feel alive

as I ponder the depths of my soul.

The desires that lay beneath my skin

those that I cannot imagine

but which I want him to unveil.

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I hunger to swim within the depths

to go deeper and deeper

my breath becoming harder to catch

frightening and thrilling

all at once.

Never knowing what I will find

as the light recedes and darkness engulfs me

but knowing that whatever it is

I will forever be changed.

I will be

deep

and dark

and wild.

.

Like the sea.

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Fuse to burning

With subtle suggestion

You have set the fuse to burning

I watch in anticipation as the distance separating us

Becomes ash

Gone in the whisper of this wind

The crackle of flame getting louder

As the span shortens

The impending blaze

Drawing the heat

And blush

To my pale skin

The countdown

To that yearned for touch

Has begun

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Blood and memories

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Slipped under the skin

It was a silent passenger

Within our days

A need

Coursing through our veins

Pulsing with intent

It was moments

Heady with promise

Anticipation so thick

We could cut it with a knife

Giddy with desire

We fell over each other

In our eagerness

To touch

And touch again

A ravenous hunger

Never appeased

It was all of this and more

But now

In the shadow of Autumn

It is nothing

Nothing

But blood and memories

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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Peel

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A lazy summer day.

The sound of the surf rushing the sand

gulls squawking

and the sun beginning to sink upon the horizon

its brilliant colours spectacular in the sky.

Your touch upon me is soft but burning.

It ignites my desire

as your touches always do.

Your finger trails the length of my body

from shoulder to knee

and back.

I shiver in delight.

You finger the strings on my bathing suit

idly toying with them

watching me

as you do.

I hold my breath in anticipation.

You lean over me

kissing my forehead

my cheeks

my lips.

And then

very slowly

so slowly I think I will go out of my mind

you peel away my bathing suit

tawny skin giving way to alabaster

and find me pale and trembling

underneath your fingers.

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Purr

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She tries to move but cannot.

Her arms are above her head, bound.

She can feel the warmth of her skin on either side of her face.

She can smell the faint aroma of her perfume.

Along with this fragrance is the scent of her arousal

becoming stronger

as she waits.

The blindfold lets in no light.

She does not know where he is

or what he will do first.

But she knows,

oh yes she knows,

that he will do what he wants

when he wants.

 She tries again.

Giving a small tug on her wrists.

Checking the restraints.

Cuffed and roped to the bed frame

the slip slide of rope against metal

Unforgiving.

Unrelenting.

She sighs and stops.

She stretches her body

feeling the sheets under her

her skin sensitive to any touch.

She is alert for any sign of him

her body vibrating with anticipation.

Knowing she is his instrument for the day

and like any musician

he will play her over and over again

perfecting

chords

melodies.

He will make her sing

in her purest voice.

Her song.

For him.

Only him.

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He’s still and silent.

Watching her.

Watching her face

as emotions, reactions flit across her features.

Wondering at her thoughts.

He’s restrained only her arms

wanting her legs free.

He watches as she tugs at the cuffs

smiling slightly as he knows they are secure

and her efforts are in vain.

Thinking of his plans for the day.

He observes her body.

Long, soft, supple naked skin

breathtaking curves

her nipples eager and erect

begging to be

teased

tortured

tasted.

Her sex

deliciously wet.

Of that he is sure.

He hears her sigh

and gazes at her as she stretches

her chest rising off of the bed

followed by the undulation of belly and hips

her legs lengthening

her toes pointed.

He likes to watch her stretch.

She’s like a cat

and he’s getting ready to make her purr.

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A favourite post from last year but felt it was time to let it stretch again.

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