Siren Whispers

Siren Song


The rain looks like stars

The rain looks like stars

In a night drenched in black

The pavement glittering with silver

I breathe softly

The evening air cool upon my lips

I attempt to calm this turbulence

Within myself

To slow

This rapid pulse

A staccato in my ears

And this dizzying feeling

Which consumes me

I am saturated with emotions

With desire

With longing

Conjured up

With the mere thought of you



Artwork “Dancing in the moonlight” by Gilles Grimoin


Behind the glass

Behind the glass

the moon kissed the night

and I watched

with longing

for the press of his skin

against me

the feel of his mouth

upon mine

the sound of his voice

at my ear

and the heat of him within

as we became one

in this desire.


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Photograph taken from Pinterest


Piercing me

My desire 

is as sharp as glass shards

piercing me

with longing.

With every jagged breath

I am cut anew.


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Photograph taken from Tumblr

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Try not


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You try not to feel

the cadence of longing,

this timbre of desire

within my words.

Even when the yearning voice

of your own desires

are echoing back.


Written for a spoken word prompt on Twitter.


Photograph taken from the internet, provenance unknown. If it is yours please let me know and I will remove or credit.



Like smoke


Every night

as the stillness descends with sleep

images of her supple curves

coil around his mind

like smoke.

They become one with his desires

leaving him consumed with a longing

that whispers her name

and that rages like a wildfire

in the dark.



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Left restless


Echoes of you

touch me within my day

in places you’ve never been

and in moments we’ve never shared

but during the stillness

of the night

when silence is my companion

and sleep beckons

with a seductive voice

thoughts of you stir my soul

and I’m left restless

with longing



Artwork by Serge Marshennikov





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Mired deep

in concupiscence.

Every breath

filling her lungs

with the intoxicating feeling

of desire.

Her pulse


at the very suggestion of him.

Her mind


with decadent images

which leave her thighs

trembling with want.

She strides through her day

with purpose

the throbbing ache

within her

tapping out her longing

like Morse code.


*I wanted to clarify…This is a repost from last year which is why it is ‘revisited’.


Photograph taken by Michael Feugeas