Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Leaves for the leaving

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A sweet October wind touches me

as sunlight trails a lovers

kiss across my skin;

the trees dance their last dance

before winter.

Leaves for the leaving.

A bittersweet farewell in umber,

the fall of red and gold

imbued with the longing

of a parting kiss.

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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

.

Like air, I’ll rise

and greet your lips

in a kiss

and like a snowflake

melt

from your heat

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Unmet fire

With every wet kiss

and every shared breath

pull me deeper into you,

until you become

the oxygen for my lungs,

the blood in my veins,

and the heat to my skin.

My unmet fire

unfettered

in your hands

becomes a blazing need

liberated.

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Burning

Breathe out the fire of this desire

and allow the flames

to crackle.

Burning up the hours

between yesterday

and today,

my kiss found

hidden

within the smoke signals

drifting

upon the horizon.

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Like air, I’ll rise

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

.

Like air, I’ll rise

and greet your lips

in a kiss

and like a snowflake

melt

from your heat

:

© SirenSong1208

All rights reserved

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208


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The night breathes

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The night breathes

And sighs your name

It peels the covers away

And stealthily slips into my bed

My lover

To kiss away the moonlight

I am dressed in

To make wicked the waning dark

Bringing about a blush

To rival the dawn

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Photograph taken from WhiteNoten


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Ichor of desire

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She looked levelly at him

‘this can be yours’, she said,

the plum kiss of her glistening lips a distraction from the words.

Still, he heard them and heeded their plea

the ichor of desire pumping hard and fast through his veins

ringing in his ears

a rushing river of carnal thoughts.

One look at her

and he could clearly see

that the shape of his destruction

would be found

in the curve of her sensuality.

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