Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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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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Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.


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Wrists

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Wrists touched

with tender fingers

upon sensitive skin, a provocation

an awakening

of feral need.

.

Wrist held

within a manacle

of your will,

pinned

and possessed

for pleasure

.

Wrists kissed,

a rapid pulse

beating

beneath your lips,

my scent

an invading army

upon your senses;

an invocation of your need.

.

Wrists,

pale and vulnerable,

soft skin

reddened by your attentions;

the burn left

showing desire’s path

and my destruction.

:

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Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.


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With every breath

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It starts slow —

tentative touch

blooming 

with color across your skin.

Like a meadow in summer,

thoughts that meander

gradually becoming

a steady hum

as he takes up residence.

A delicious

jolt

whenever you happen upon him

coursing through your veins,

pulsing beneath your skin.

Not simply desire

or respect

nor even tender regard,

but an

awakening

to him

and to yourself.

With every breath.

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All rights reserved.

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208


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Reverie

Morning glimpsed 

behind a curtain

shaft of light

dancing

upon a headboard

dust motes

alighting

stillness disturbed

fingers slowly

moving

over warm skin

mine for yours

awakening

to thoughts, desire

curling around me

within, a band

tightening

every revolution

intensifying

every stroke

a lover’s wish

shattering restraint in

a rush of sound

a bitten lip

the lingering mark

of your possession

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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.

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.


15 Comments

Wrists

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Wrists

Touched

With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need

.

Wrists

Held

Within a manacle

Of your will

Pinned

And possessed

For pleasure

.

Wrists

Kissed

A rapid pulse

Beating

Beneath your lips

My scent

An invading army

Upon your senses

An invocation

Of your need

.

Wrists

Pale and vulnerable

Soft skin

Reddened

By your attentions

The burn left

Showing desire’s path

And my destruction

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.

 


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With every breath

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It starts slow.

A tentative touch

that blooms with colour

across your skin.

Like a meadow in summer.

A meandering through your thoughts

that gradually becomes a steady hum

as he takes up residence.

A delicious jolt whenever you come upon him

finding him coursing through your veins

feeling him pulse beneath your skin.

Not simply desire

or respect

nor even tender affection and regard,

but an awakening

to him

and to yourself.

With every breath.

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced


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Awakening

img_5711

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.

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 


6 Comments

Wrists

img_3140

Wrists

Touched

With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need

.

Wrists

Held

Within a manacle

Of your will

Pinned

And possessed

For pleasure

.

Wrists

Kissed

A rapid pulse

Beating

Beneath your lips

My scent

An invading army

Upon your senses

An invocation

Of your need

.

Wrists

Pale and vulnerable

Soft skin

Reddened

By your attentions

The burn left

Showing desire’s path

And my destruction

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 


12 Comments

Gilded cage

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It was a gilded cage

not of her design.

For years she sang a song

unheard.

Hoping its beauty would touch his heart, his soul.

That he would find her and see her

and love her as she was.

But over time her voice quieted.

The words, the melody

important only to her.

The days lengthened

and she found herself in the shadow of night.

Reflecting and understanding.

Her soul had its own awakening.

She kept the song to herself

knowing it was precious and beautiful

and worthy to be heard.

Resolving to sing again

when her life was unlocked

and she was free.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Louis Jover