Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Inhabited

He finds she lingers

like woodsmoke on a winter’s night

a scent at once pleasing

pungent, with memories he pulls close

remembrance sinking its claws in

deep, hunger for another taste

taking hold

he awaits the rush of blood to his head

a feral assault on his senses

that will leave him aching

inhabited

by the traces she leaves behind

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Coppery want

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Taste the hunger in the night

black as coal

unforgiving in its depth

this wicked intent reigns supreme

hands grip

fingers rake

the length of me

nails leave pretty pink

tracks laced with red

draw blood, love

taste my lust

coppery want that begs for more

lips only

silenced with yours

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Ripe

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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

within.

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Instincts

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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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Boundless

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

hard

soft

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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Model: Lauren Nicholas


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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’.

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

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Wicked notions

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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.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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