Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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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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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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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.

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Written for a spoken word prompt on Twitter.

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Like smoke

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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

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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

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Concupiscence…revisited

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Mired deep

in concupiscence.

Every breath

filling her lungs

with the intoxicating feeling

of desire.

Her pulse

racing

at the very suggestion of him.

Her mind

swamped

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.

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

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My restless spirit

Ireland, June 2016

My heart will be heavy

when I leave the sea.

As I get older

the need for this renewal

is keen.

My longing 

palpable.

My restless spirit

always finding its home

amid the waves.

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