Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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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

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Goddess….

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A curvaceous hip

Nipples hard and urgent

Pale skin that catches the light

A raised, bare bottom

Aching to be touched

Or reddened

Naked limbs

That should be wrapped

Around you

And the long, dark hair

That she would love

To drag

Over

Every

Inch

Of you

Her gift

To you

Your goddess

 

 

*This was written last year but I’ve decided to give it it a new viewing, this time with audio.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Elegant Wrapping

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Satiny

Silky

Lacy

Sleek

She drapes her curves simply

Innocent yet wanton

Knowing what to show

And what not

Creating a hunger within him

To peel away

To discover

The secrets that lay

Beneath her elegant wrapping

Urging him on

With her shy seduction

To open her gift

To accept her offering

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Upon the Rocks of Desire

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Her Blue Period

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The picture shows her

The dark blue lace

Cupping the fullness of her breasts

Just hinting at what is beneath

But that which he has studied intently

And knows as well as she

His fingers itching to follow

The scalloped curve

And nestle in the hollow between

His eyes follow her 

Creamy, pale skin

Down

To the scrap of dark blue

Edged in lace

Certain of the heaven

He would find beneath

Wanting to unwrap her gift

Wanting to touch

To taste

To know her

Utterly

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The Gift of Sanctuary

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She granted him

The gift of sanctuary

A place where no questions were asked

And where there were no expectations

He was allowed to be and to feel

Without recriminations

Giving him time

To regain the light in his eyes

To restore all that he had lost

She granted him the gift of sanctuary

Because she desired him above all else

And his comfort was a balm to her soul

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The Gift of You

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The gift of you

Will continue to give

Each time I venture forth

Testing out my new wings

I remember

How you showed me

To fly

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