Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Like air, I’ll rise

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Like air, I’ll rise

you cannot see me

yet I’m felt

like the wind that whispers your name

or touches you

unexpectedly

a cool caress upon your cheek

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Like air, I’ll rise

and greet your lips

in a kiss

and like a snowflake

melt

from your heat

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Abandoned breaths

I stopped counting

the heartbeats

that raced on ahead of me

whenever

I’d see your name

we’d talk

or touch.

I thought that over time

I’d become inured

to your effect

yet here we are

and every time is like

the first time

the crackle of electricity

between us

growling louder

heat rising as

along with my reason

I’ve abandoned breaths

when you are near.

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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?

.

He reads her

and wonders

and wants it to be so

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Winter goddess

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He dreams of pure white flakes

in the dark storm of her hair

of laughing eyes

and cheeks pink from the cold

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He dreams of peeling off her clothes

laying her down in the snow

watching her shiver

before running his finger

down the length of her

her eyes locked upon his

body arching to his fingers

before covering her shivering body

with his heat

with his hands

with his mouth.

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He dreams of her,

his winter goddess

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*Not a new piece but I like it and beg the reader’s indulgence.

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Photograph by Esmahan Ozkan


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Winter goddess

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He dreams of pure white flakes

in the dark storm of her hair.

Of laughing eyes

and cheeks pink from the cold.

.

He dreams of peeling off her clothes

and of laying her down

in the snow.

Of watching her shiver

before running his finger down the length of her

her eyes locked upon his

her body arching to his fingers

before covering her shivering body

with his heat

with his hands

with his mouth.

.

He dreams of her

his winter goddess.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph by Esmahan Ozkan


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Awake

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It began like Spring,

this stirring within.

Tentative touches forward,

Winter’s chill began to diminish.

She felt the heat of the sun

upon her skin,

once again

kissing her awake.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr

 

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Hit

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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.