She is ripe
for his hands
for his mouth.
She is the desirable fruit
he hungers for
her scent intoxicating him
beckoning forth his touch.
Her essence is nectar to his mouth
and one that he will savour every bite of
his senses alive to her taste
as it lays succulent upon his tongue
subduing the ravenous beast
within.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
It starts small.
A word
a touch
every instant sweet and pleasurable
that over time turns blistering.
A heat you can’t shake.
A hunger that claims you.
Increasing
moment by moment
until you find them
and this incessant wanting
invading every sense
leaving you seeking
your next hit.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest, original provenance unknown.
Long before meeting
I was yours.
It took only one glance
for us to know
for us to be certain
and within those certain
sacred moments
I gifted my most valuable treasure.
The key
to the house of my soul.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph by Aleksandr Savichev
‘Take me there’, she said
show me the way
paint vivid, lustful pictures
with your fingers
with your tongue
give me
give us
what’s craved most
the satisfying knowledge
of hands
and skin
and mouths
learning and deciphering
a master class in this wanton desire
with me
your devout pupil
leaving me wet
with your sinful trail of kisses
all down my body
no longer restrained
and feeling
every nuance
as we twine our limbs
pressed skin to skin
as close
as our next breath
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
She waits
silently
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.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
He said,
ride your desire
as you would ride me.
Letting the rhythm take you
and mould you
as you part your thighs
your fingers
finding all of the places
that ache
for me.
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©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
You make me want
everything.
Scented of sex
my dreams are fragrant
with a dark and intense passion
unlike anything I have ever known
or imagined.
The familiar tingling of my naked skin
as it pebbles with arousal
heightened
because it is you I picture.
Lost in thoughts of your breath
gliding over my fevered flesh
your lips and tongue
tease and taste
every freckle and birthmark
every smooth expanse of skin
before claiming my lips as yours.
Our tongues touching, tangling, tangoing…
leading in a dance
that our bodies follow.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph by David Ambroggio
While my body
is the place he delights in exploring
his own private garden
to get lost in
to revel in the blossoming beauty
it is his mind
clever
intelligent
sensuous
dark
that is my secret playground
the dark recesses
fascinating me
enthralling me
enticing me
again
and again
:
©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Steve Hanks
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He said, “this excites you.”
Never a question.
Always a firm, confident statement.
He knew what made her burn.
From every word he used
to the tone of his voice
he knew what made her surrender herself
completely
to him.
He was a master
at how to turn up the heat.
Making her hunger for him
with a ferocity
she could not control
nor did she want to…
:
A repost from earlier in the year. A bit out of order but I like it and something made me think of it today…
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
If I simply say
that I am hungry for you…
will that tell you everything?
Will it reveal how
every day
every night
my skin burns
my body yearns
for your touch
from your fingers
your lips
your tongue
for the press of you
between my thighs
for everything I know
and yet don’t know.
.
Feel me closer
even if only in your mind
and imagine the night closing in around me
a sensuous shroud upon my nakedness.
Envision how my skin feels your kiss in the night air
how I arch my back to receive your touch
and open my thighs
to questing fingers
that are your proxy
caressing curves
and stroking this ache
again and again.
Can you hear my breath…
short and sharp with my arousal
my mind saturated with my images of you
as I become flushed with excitement
on the cusp of utter bliss.
The haven of my bed
witness to the desire
and longing
I have for you
the walls echoing
your name.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
