Siren Whispers

Siren Song






With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need




Within a manacle

Of your will


And possessed

For pleasure




A rapid pulse


Beneath your lips

My scent

An invading army

Upon your senses

An invocation

Of your need



Pale and vulnerable

Soft skin


By your attentions

The burn left

Showing desire’s path

And my destruction


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Piercing me


My desire 

is as sharp as glass shards

piercing me

with longing.

With every jagged breath

I am cut anew.


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With every breath


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.


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Breathe out the fire of this desire

and allow the flames

to crackle.

Burning up the hours

between yesterday

and today,

my kiss found


within the smoke signals


upon the horizon.


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Midnight finds me on my knees

voice raised in selfish prayers

whispered incantations of need

that, as they leave my tongue,

become burning hymns

to the glory of desire

and the desperation that takes hold

when you can’t get enough


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No longer unstrung,

but wound tight

with exhilaration and desire,

she waits

with bated breath

for the first touch

of his bow,

the press of his fingers

coaxing a song from her

…just for him.


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This night


All he could do was stare.

He was mesmerized by beauty.

By this place

By this night

And by her

Especially her.


He would have known her anywhere

The elegant and sensual curve of neck and shoulder

Seemingly created for his lips.

The bare expanse of back

That always beckoned to his fingers to caress

And the sweet curve of hip and arse

So beautifully adorned by her red dress.


The night air felt soft and velvety upon her skin.

Light danced upon the water.

The evening was rich with romance and possibility.

This place was magical

Always one of beauty to her

It would take on new memories and significance

With him.

She was intoxicated by it all.

By this place.

By this night.

And by him

Especially by him.


He had never met her

Not in person.

Being this close to her made him light headed

With desire.

He wanted her.

So much.

For a moment he thought of whisking her away

Foregoing the meal.

But he dismissed that thought.

He had plans

And he was in no hurry.

He wanted to savour every second.

To anticipate how they would tease and tempt their palates

Until they were ravenous for each other.

But for now he wanted to drink her in

To memorise this moment

The beginning of the night

The fulfillment of promise.


She could barely contain her excitement.

She recalled his first words to her.

Remembered every message they exchanged.

Thought about the countless nights

Her body burned for him

As she slept alone.

How she ached to be fully claimed by him.

To feel his touch upon the skin he adored.

To feel his lips, his kiss

Knowing they would sear her soul.

How she knew that this night

This time with him

She would never forget.

No amount of imagining could rival

What she was certain he had planned for her

For them.


He took the few steps to where she was standing

Smiling, he softly spoke her name.


She turned with a smile

The butterflies within her

Threatening to erupt.


He gazed at her

Taking all of her in.

From the arched brows above blue grey eyes

The sculpted cheekbones and curved smile

To the dark mane of hair framing her face

Piled high

Leaving her neck bare

For his pleasure.

He sighed to himself.

He would enjoy taking it down later

When she was naked

And his.


She would have known him anywhere

His captivating eyes

Holding her prisoner.

And his mouth

Oh his mouth.

The fantasies she’d had of that mouth

How she’d love to bite that lower lip.

To feel the press of those lips along every inch of her body.

She could lose herself in those eyes and lips.

Gladly give herself up to worship by them.

Let him do whatever he wanted

Knowing she could not stop him

Nor would she want to


As if by prescribed agreement

His arms opened and she slipped into them

Burying herself in his embrace.

He held her tightly

Their bodies pressed together

From shoulder to hip.

She tilted her head back and he kissed her

One hand upon the small of her back

The other along the back of her neck

Holding her to him, firmly.

The kiss was intense.

Full of pent up feelings, desires.

As he pulled his lips from hers

He felt her shuddering breath

Closed his eyes briefly and smiled

Knowing how she felt.

He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand

And then as he ran his finger over her lips

He looked at her and said, “Are you hungry?”


*A repost from two years ago and one that many seemed to really like. I’ve been meaning to write more of their story but the words have not materialized. Maybe in the new year.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015

Artwork by Emerico Toth