Siren Whispers

Siren Song




This delicious connection

a delightful dance

of matched words and desires.

This slow dance

of wanton thoughts

tangoing through our minds

has us pressing our bodies close

our breath mingling

our desires


Our words 

a banquet.

A veritable feast for our senses

always dousing us in arousal

but never slaking our thirst.

Always keeping us

on the edge

of hunger.



Artwork by Pedro Alvarez


Thrill me


It was an intimate performance

and he was her captive audience.

She had his undivided attention.

He was rapt,

his eyes hungry

as he watched her dance.


every curve

every muscle

every glorious inch of skin


Each moment sensuously drawn out

along with his breath.

“Thrill me,” he said.

And she did.



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The sweetest of songs


He watches

as the chords of music

wrap themselves around her.

As they dance

with every movement of her body.

Every curve

every line

a melody of their own.

Combining to make the sweetest music

for his eyes.

With a flick of her wrist

a tilt of her head

the sway of her hips

he is enthralled

he is enraptured.

Her dance

deeply rooted in her soul

deeply rooted in her desire

for him.

She speaks without words

burning her name

forever upon his soul.

Linking them

across time

across space.

Her body

her soul

singing the sweetest of songs.

Her surrender.

To him.



Photograph taken from WhiteNoten


Barricade of night


Within the barricade of night

I slip into your bones

And under your skin

Embracing your soul

With my tender touch.

Your dreams

Mine to dance through

My movements

For you alone.

The seductive pull

Of soft arms

And thrusting hips

Keep me on your lips

As dawn breaks

And I am gone

Without a trace.

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To Dance Again


The dance.

The dance is special.

Every time

She dances for him

It’s like the first time.

Nervous anticipation

Delicious arousal

The desire to please

Knowing he will watch it

Over and over

Thrills her

Makes her


To dance again

For him

Art by Jack Vettriano


Private Dancer


A special dance

For an audience of one

The brave dancer

Her heart beating rapidly

So loud in her ears she thinks he can hear

The music begins and so must she

The first strains of guitar and bass

Ignite her excitement

Her adrenalin

Her hips start to move of their own accord

Her eyes are looking to him

Not wanting to break that contact

Wishing he was in the room

So she could see his reaction

As she gives herself to him

Her head swirls with thoughts and feelings

She pushes them aside

She loses herself in the music

Loses herself in him

The first buttons are undone

A reveal of skin and black lace

The blouse comes off

Perfectly in time to the music

As the song progresses

She finds it is easier and she relaxes into the dance

She sings to him

Her audience of one

She feels sensual


A woman knowing her body

And what it can do

Though he is not there

She senses the caress of his gaze

As he watches her intently

The last strains of the song fade away

She is left in her lingerie and heels

The black lace and stockings

A heavenly contrast with her pale skin

She smiles shyly

Proud of her accomplishment

Overcoming her fear

Her nerves

She is a novice

A neophyte

It is her first dance

He is in awe

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Her Shimmer


She was lit from within.

When she danced

She felt every note

Every beat

She shimmered and sparkled

Such was her joy

To be free

To dance

To express


That she felt

Especially when she danced

For him

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