Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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He reads her

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

.

Could he be the one, 

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

the fire within her

tangled sheets

the heat

between her thighs

 .

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?

.

He reads her

and wonders

and wants it to be so

:

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He reads her

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He reads her

and wonders…

is it his name written between the lines

Could he be the one,

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

The fire within her tangled sheets

the heat between her thighs.

 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 that haunts her dreams?

He reads her

and wonders…

and wants it to be so…

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.


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He reads her

FullSizeRender

He reads her

and wonders…

is it his name written between the lines

Could he be the one,

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

The fire within her tangled sheets

the heat between her thighs.

 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 that haunts her dreams?

He reads her

and wonders…

and wants it to be so…

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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He Reads Her

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He reads her

And cannot help but smile

Knowing what the words mean

Understanding what and who she is describing

He could imagine her

In all the settings that she illustrates

But he does not need to

For these are his memories

And all he has to do is call them back

For he already knows…

How she looks

How she sounds

When she smiles and laughs

When she dances

When she bathes

When she touches herself

When she is aroused

And even when she says his name  

In that breathless way she has

That caresses each syllable

And brings forth further memories

He reads her

And remembers

Everything

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