Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Thrill me

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It was an intimate performance

and he was her captive audience.

She had his undivided attention.

He was rapt,

his eyes hungry

as he watched her dance.

Adoring

every curve

every muscle

every glorious inch of skin

revealed.

Each moment sensuously drawn out

along with his breath.

“Thrill me,” he said.

And she did.

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Cette petite mort

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His fingers

caressing

stroking

skin like silk.

His lips

placing a kiss

here

there

and everywhere.

His breath

upon her

causing her to shudder

as she arches toward his touch.

His tongue

dancing upon

pale

and pink

flesh

alike

unremitting in its quest

for her pleasure.

Hungry for her.

For how she feels

under his hands.

For the taste of her

upon his tongue.

To know

to feel

his enjoyment

of this

of what he can give her

of what he wants to give her

again and again…

cette petite mort…

pushes her over the edge

has her passion raging

like a wildfire

and makes her ravenous

for him

in turn.

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Feel me closer



If I simply say

that I am hungry for you…

will that tell you everything?

Will it reveal how

every day

every night

my skin burns

my body yearns

for your touch

from your fingers

your lips

your tongue

for the press of you

between my thighs

for everything I know

and yet don’t know.

.

Feel me closer

even if only in your mind

and imagine the night closing in around me

a sensuous shroud upon my nakedness.

Envision how my skin feels your kiss in the night air

how I arch my back to receive your touch

and open my thighs

to questing fingers

that are your proxy

caressing curves

and stroking this ache

again and again.

Can you hear my breath…

short and sharp with my arousal

my mind saturated with my images of you

as I become flushed with excitement 

on the cusp of utter bliss.

The haven of my bed

witness to the desire

and longing

I have for you

the walls echoing

your name.

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2016

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Devastation

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There can be such devastation in love.

We give ourselves up to the romance

the passion

the absolute knowing of another.

We gladly sink into the essence of the other person.

Often we give all of ourselves

as a way of aligning with the one we love.

We want them to know us

to accept us.

Unconditional love

such a precious thing.

We don’t realize how much we desperately want to be seen

to be known

to be accepted

and yes, loved

for who we are

not for who they think we should be.

We can be denied this for years

never realising what was missing

until one day we are shown.

Our eyes are opened

our souls are touched

we are released from the chains

we’ve been bound in.

We realize just how hungry we are to have it

how it consumes every single, solitary inch of us

until we are dying of thirst 

amidst a pool of water.

:

*There can be utter devastation but time as with Spring presents a chance for a rebirth, a fresh page to inscribe, a newness that can take your breath away.

©SirenSong1208

Watercolour “Wine Tasting” by Anna Dart 


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Thrill me

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It was an intimate performance

and he was her captive audience.

She had his undivided attention.

He was rapt,

his eyes hungry

as he watched her dance.

Adoring

every curve

every muscle

every glorious inch of skin

revealed.

Each moment sensuously drawn out

along with his breath.

“Thrill me,” he said.

And she did.

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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Cette petite mort

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His fingers

caressing

stroking

skin like silk.

His lips

placing a kiss

here

there

and everywhere.

His breath

upon her

causing her to shudder

as she arches toward his touch.

His tongue

dancing upon

pale

and pink

flesh

alike

unremittent in its quest

for her pleasure.

Hungry for her.

For how she feels

under his hands.

For the taste of her

upon his tongue.

To know

to feel

his enjoyment

of this

of what he can give her

of what he wants to give her

again and again…

cette petite mort…

pushes her over the edge

has her passion raging

like a wildfire

and makes her ravenous

for him

in turn.

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 

 

 


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Seduction

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His seduction has begun.

He plays her like a violin

knowing which strings to pluck

to bring about the sweetest song.

Perfectly aware

that every word he strokes her with

results in inner chaos

leaving her weak-kneed

and hungry for him.

With a fire burning ardently within her

her only thought

her fervent wish

is that he consume her.

Completely.

And slowly.

Ever so slowly.

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest