Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Bound

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I am rapture

at your fingertips

and beneath your tongue.

I am the scent 

that makes you dizzy with desire.

I am the taste

that you cannot get enough of

the one that makes you ravenous

again and again

always wanting

another taste.

I am the skin and curves

that haunt your dreams

prompting your imagination

to soar

to heights it has never reached before.

I am the soul

that yours hungers for.

A connection

conceived with promise

strengthened

by constancy.

I am a rhapsody of delights

bound

tightly

to you…

:

*Not new but there are bindings, though not always the same.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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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.

:

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.

:

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

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Secure

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She is

Beautifully secure

Bound up in his adoration

The twists and knots

Poetry

Against her skin

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from the Internet. Provenance unknown.


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Bound

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I am rapture

at your fingertips

and beneath your tongue.

I am the scent 

that makes you dizzy with desire.

I am the taste

that you cannot get enough of

the one that makes you ravenous

again and again

always wanting

another taste.

I am the skin and curves

that haunt your dreams

prompting your imagination

to soar

to heights it has never reached before.

I am the soul

that yours hungers for.

A connection

conceived with promise

strengthened

by constancy.

I am a rhapsody of delights

bound

tightly

to you…

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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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.

:

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.

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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The Web

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The web

She’s caught in

A delicious binding

Of his creation

Restraining her

While simultaneously 

Setting her free

The strands

She is bound with 

Knotted

With artistic grace

She’s a work of art

A tapestry

Of flesh and rope

Photo taken from Tumblr.com


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Captivated

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From the first moment

They captivated her

They made her curious

Then they enthralled 

And seduced her

Before she was aware…

She was bound by

His velvety prose

All tied up 

With his words…

Photo taken from Pinterest