Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Impure breath

There are nights that I ache

for that which I can only imagine.

My yearning increasing

with every rise and fall

of the sun.

A longing to learn the mortal language 

your hands would teach my body.

My impure breath

tasting of your name

in desperate pleas.

My profane thoughts

becoming a silent invocation

to your darkest

desires.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced


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An accounting

It was

an indistinct voice

but

for not having listened harder

for not having understood

before

her desires

now savage her

boldly

an accounting

come due.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Feast

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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

aligned.

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.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Pedro Alvarez


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Like smoke

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Every night

as the stillness descends with sleep

images of her supple curves

coil around his mind

like smoke.

They become one with his desires

leaving him consumed with a longing

that whispers her name

and that rages like a wildfire

in the dark.

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Fluster

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She is easy to fluster.

Her inconvenient  blush

revealing yearning thoughts

and sinful desires

shuttered behind

her eloquent eyes.

Unaware of just how much

that thrills him.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 


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Wings of white

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To be tarnished

under his hands

a glorious dirtying of my soul

that takes me out of myself

and gives me back more of me

than I ever knew existed.

.

Wings of white

smudged with ash

as I allow myself

to feel what is forbidden

as I begin to understand

that my desires

as deeply dark as they have become

make me whole.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Movement of her emotions

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She wrote for him

words inked from her soul.

He could track the movement of her emotions

by the notes he heard.

A lilting melody that wove its way into his senses.

A rise and fall

forceful and then gentle.

He was carried along

with the music of passion

of hunger.

Steamy passages and suggestions

that varied in tone

yet scorched the page

and left no doubt in his mind

of her intent.

Showing unmistakably

the depth of her regard

and her desires.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from The Unintended Muse