Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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He reads her

He reads her and wonders: Is it his name written between the lines?

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Could he be the one, 

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

the fire within her

tangled sheets

the heat

between her thighs

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Could he be the one,

the smile that appears 

when no one is looking

a secret she keeps

close to her

.

Is it his face haunting her dreams?

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He reads her

and wonders

and wants it to be so

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I breathe you in

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With every thought

I breathe you in,

my pulse racing.

You intoxicate my senses

utterly

with a sharp frisson that teases along my spine

as I replay what we have imagined together.

Heat and desire spreading,

the miles no barrier

to how deeply we feel each other.

The marks we leave beneath the skin,

your secret

and mine.

#MayFalls

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Frisson…

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She won’t deny it

she wants him more than anything.

In her soul’s confession she’ll plead guilty

to his effect upon her.

To the exquisite frisson that rushes through her

when she thinks of being with him

when she sees his name

when she hears his voice.

To the near constant erotic thoughts

she entertains in the still of the night

Of her yearning to be taken fully by him

in every dark way possible.

The imagined press of his lips to hers.

The whisper of fingertips across her skin.

His finger dragged along her spine

where he would rest his hand on her hip

possessively.

Of being bound body and soul to him.

Dark and dangerous musings

which rob her of her sleep

her lust exhaling in the night air

caressing her with want

firing her blood with need.

Dawn’s light finding her shipwrecked

upon her tangled sheets.

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A repost from a year ago. A word I absolutely adore. And added audio. I hope you enjoy

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Photograph by Trevor Wilson, model Sibyl Sharp

 


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Frisson

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She won’t deny it

She wants him more than anything

In her soul’s confession she’ll plead guilty

To his effect upon her

To the exquisite frisson that rushes through her

When she thinks of being with him

When she sees his name

When she hears his voice

To the near constant erotic thoughts

She entertains in the still of the night

Of her yearning to be taken fully by him

In every dark way possible

The imagined press of his lips to hers

The whisper of fingertips across her skin

His finger dragged along her spine

Where he would rest his hand on her hip

Possessively

Of being bound body and soul to him

Dark and dangerous musings

Which rob her of her sleep

Her lust exhaling in the night air

Caressing her with want

Firing her blood with need

Dawn’s light finding her shipwrecked

Upon her tangled sheets

Photo taken from Pinterest