Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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

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Cool quiet


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The cool quiet of the night

fills with the fervour of

decadent dreams.

Desire saturates the mind

with breathless imaginings

as skin dances

with the heat of arousal.

This is the time that I wait for.

The time that I can unbutton my mind

and let my fingers follow

imagining that they are yours.

Yearning for the day

that they might be.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced


A wild thrumming


You inspire deep desire within me

My hunger for you


This ache vibrating

Across every inch of me

Humming audibly

A wild thrumming in my veins







Photograph taken from SocialSurvival


The rain looks like stars

The rain looks like stars

In a night drenched in black

The pavement glittering with silver

I breathe softly

The evening air cool upon my lips

I attempt to calm this turbulence

Within myself

To slow

This rapid pulse

A staccato in my ears

And this dizzying feeling

Which consumes me

I am saturated with emotions

With desire

With longing

Conjured up

With the mere thought of you



Artwork “Dancing in the moonlight” by Gilles Grimoin

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Tangled first kisses


The moment of no return

It’s in those tangled first kisses

Tongues and breaths


A mindless fever taking over

Fingers tracing trajectories



And everywhere

Bodies pressed together

Melding into one

Desire at full throttle

As we get lost in each other

Mapping the aftermath

When the smoke has cleared

And breath and pulse

Have returned


Photograph taken from Pinterest




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






as sharp and as dark

as midnight moonstone

gleaming wickedly

in the night.

It is obsidian delights

seductive to the senses,

drawing me in

past the point

of no return.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest