Siren Whispers

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Wicked notions

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Thoughts become lascivious

as they linger upon you.

Unspoken desires steal into every corner,

making themselves known

absconding with all reason

and will.

When night falls and dreams take shape

and as day breaks and you are the first thought that I have,

my body still bearing the midnight touch

of sinful hands

and wicked notions.

The heat cooling upon my skin

as dawn erupts

and the hunger begins anew.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken by SingleChair via Tumblr

 


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Dreams

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Dreams are an escape.

They provide us a way to cope with a monotone life.

One we are indentured to.

One we have been imprisoned within

by ourselves, or by others.

But dreams are also a journey

a fantastical, adventurous trip.

A path to nowhere,

and everywhere.

We never know whether the line will be straight and true

toward the fulfilment of that dream

or if the way will be mired in confusion, loss, fear, anger, 

those times when the dream is lost.

I adore the dream.

The dream is a lifeboat

for when the seas are rough and we need something to cling to.

The dream

is the burning light upon the horizon

the glorious sunrise we awaken to each day

the focus that keeps our feet upon the path

that keeps our hearts strong.

The dream

is our gift

to ourselves.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Artwork taken from Tumblr


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Midnight reveries

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It is when moonlight arrives

and hours are reversed

that their midnight reveries merge

and take shape.

Sleep and dreams find her

tangled amid a sea of white

her mind reaching out to him

as her fingers touch his

through the ether

dawn lightening his eyes

just as hers close

in darkness.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Washed ashore

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Broken mornings

find me washed ashore

from dreams

that leave me shipwrecked

tossed upon the rocks of my desires.

The crisp, white cotton

reduced to a tangle of heated sheets

gnarled and gripping my limbs

like seaweed.

The surf pounding my flesh

icy

stinging

wet.

The violence of the waves

mirroring the ferocity of my emotions.

I hold my breath

and wait

for the sea

to engulf me.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.


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Sweetest sin

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Days filled with the sweetest sin

Searing touches through the hours

as their hunger for each other

intensified

The fiery flames of their passion

leaving them

burning

for the others’ touch

Their craving to know more

to do more

overrode their caution

and they succumbed

to their forbidden desires

A flurry of messages

loaded with

wanton, sensuous intent

left them aching

and coveting

every word

Under cover of night

their fantasies were lasciviously concealed

his dreams merging with hers

lovers wrapped up in the romance

and velvet

of the night

where there were

no limits

no boundaries

and where anything

and everything

was possible

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Nurture

Dreams sustain a hope within.

Tempered

with the cold wind of reality.

We nurture these fragile flames

within the safety

of our cupped hands.

Recognising the strength of our fire

born of intuition

and a soul’s whispers

our gaze upon each other

that first time

thrilling

as the spark burst forth

into a blaze.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from La Mie Emozioni

 


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Like a cat

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She thinks of him when she wakes.

She stretches like a cat

her limbs unfolding

along the tangled mess of her sheets

evidence of her fitful, vivid dreams.

She runs her hands along her bare skin

touching herself

as she knows he would.

Hearing his voice

in her head

wishing it were in her ear

instead.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Steve Hanks