Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Firestorm

My pulse races and stutters,

a staccato sound of gunfire,

as you draw near.

Senses enlivened by proximity,

electricity crackling,

the air

ripe

with danger

and desire

as you take what you need,

relentlessly.

My defenses plundered

with the skill of a tactician.

This want

you’ve created,

 a violent firestorm

that burns it all down.

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Patient Wolf

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He is a patient wolf

Waiting for her

To draw near

Knowing she cannot 

Resist

The danger

The certainty

That he will

Devour her

In the most delicious ways…

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