Siren Whispers

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Dripping secrets

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Midnight blue ink

an extension of her soul

dripping secrets

from her fingers

her pen spoke louder

than her voice

with a whisper he moved

closer

to hear, her sweet accent

echoing

within the chambers of his heart

with words

that gave voice

to unspoken desires

intimacy

in simple things

he found the key

to unlock 

what had been imprisoned

within his soul

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Every moment

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It defies explanation or definition

yet persists

days when it is there, quietly

sitting in the corner

waiting to speak,

other times

words filling me

with a rush –

images vivid in tone and texture

what is it that calls my pen to action

my being to yearning –

it is a restless, palpable electricity

all shivering limbs

and hushed desires

a longing that speaks without words

we watch each other

as if we are taking

a long drink of ice-cold water

on a scorching day

it’s how it feels

when you are about to taste something

for the first time

that wondrous expectancy

a feeling so delicious

you can’t wait for it to start

yet want to draw it out

every moment imbued

with import

and every confidence

that your world

is about to be

rocked

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Awakening

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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.

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Sea salt awareness

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I don’t want placid.

A lake without ripples, 

a sea without waves.

I want to feel the violence 

of being alive.

That sea salt awareness

the sting

the bite

ice cold to my senses

leaving me with an exhilaration

never known.

I want to be stirred

to my depths.

As his teeth meets my flesh

and sinks into the heart of me

finding me

tasting me

all of me.

Hungry for what he knows I keep

hidden below the surface,

that which has never seen the light of day.

A complexity that feeds

his curiosity

his desires

as he maps me

to understand me.

To help me

understand myself.

From East to West

and all of the miles

in between.

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Depths

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There is a pleasure to be had

in waiting upon the shore

for the tide to arrive.

To rush the beach

in a fury

in a passionate arrival.

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It is the pleasure to be had

in anticipation

that arouses my spirit

which makes me feel alive

as I ponder the depths of my soul.

The desires that lay beneath my skin

those that I cannot imagine

but which I want him to unveil.

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I hunger to swim within the depths

to go deeper and deeper

my breath becoming harder to catch

frightening and thrilling

all at once.

Never knowing what I will find

as the light recedes and darkness engulfs me

but knowing that whatever it is

I will forever be changed.

I will be

deep

and dark

and wild.

.

Like the sea.

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Linger

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it is symbiotic

this need

giving and taking

letting desires unfurl naturally

without agenda or design

words left to linger in thoughts

accelerant to dreams

where lust is rough

and thorough

as he bends me over his desk

my dress bunched up around my waist

his hand upon the small of my back

I feel the press of the wood against my belly

and the press of him against my thighs

my body is on fire

every nerve ending alive and firing

there is tenderness

but in moments such as these

when need is raw and powerful

he shows me just how he craves me

what he can give me

and with it

how my body aches

for all that he is

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Bend

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Bend me to your will

as my mind aligns to your desires.

My body aching

for the press of your thoughts

for the words that make me quiver

in delight.

Shape me

mould me

to you

as you find our tastes

mingle upon the same banquet.

Our hungers sated

our thirst vanquished

by this feast we have created

just us two.

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