Siren Whispers

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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 savor every bite of,

his senses alive to her taste

as it lays succulent upon his tongue

subduing the ravenous beast



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From the start

every response has been distinctly different

from her past.

She has become unpredictable, even to herself.

Every action rooted in intuition,

she allows her instincts to drive her forward…

never second guessing,

never prevaricating,

shyly trusting what she feels.

Granting herself the freedom to go where she’s never gone before,

to know what she’s always hungered for;

this sweet surrender.


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I taste the unknown

in your kiss.

It conveys me to places

I can only imagine,

places where I am pliant

underneath your fingertips.

Your touch



unrelenting with passion.

It fuels my hunger 

and my curiosity

to know more

to do more

to be more.

With you,

within this,

a boundless need

has been unleashed.



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The taste of your lips

The honeyed tincture

I crave

With a fierce hunger.

Your essence

A delight to my senses.

Every synapse

Ignited and firing

Until all I can utter

Is ‘More’.


*Written two years ago. Some hungers fade while others are fired.


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Wicked notions


Thoughts become lascivious

as they linger upon you.

Unspoken desires steal into every corner,

making themselves known

absconding with all reason

and will.

When night falls and dreams take shape

and as day breaks and you are the first thought that I have,

my body still bearing the midnight touch

of sinful hands

and wicked notions.

The heat cooling upon my skin

as dawn erupts

and the hunger begins anew.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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Lightning within


The lightning within her

crackles upon his touch

and becomes a surge of electricity.

This chemistry between them,

an insatiable hunger

of mind and body

that becomes

an amalgamated brew,

every sip

a potent one.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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I breathe deeply of you

your scent reaching me over time and space

my fingers inch across my warm, bare skin

in time with this slow exhalation of desire.

I close my eyes

and submit to the saturating of my senses.

I imagine you here.

I feel you

the pad of your fingers



causing my skin to tingle

the nerve endings alive and pulsing

with need.

I taste you

as I run the tip of my tongue

over my lips

you are potent and dark

the red wine I fill my glass with

again and again

one sip

one taste

never enough.

I hear you

your soft breath upon me

your voice like velvet

and full of hunger

your growl of desire

drenching me in arousal

the proof evident

upon my thighs.



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