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.
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©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.
:
©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
