Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Night’s silk


She waits


the floor

hard and unyielding 

under her knees

the silver flood of moon glow

gilding her nakedness.

The room is so quiet

she can hear her own heartbeat

its cadence

rising and falling

with her thoughts.

She is breathless

with anticipation

she is nervous

she is ready.

He watches her

admiring the sweetly sinful way

she has surrendered.

His heart hammers against his chest

with excitement

but he stills his hand

prolonging the anticipation.

The evening will yield its magic

in due time.

Night’s silk has draped the air

with velvet softness

and there is promise in the dark.



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