She has curves

She has

curves he loves

to grip;

holding her

close to his chest,

resting

in his lap.

He caresses her,

his fingers

knowing

which strings to

pluck

strum

tease;

to make the most beautiful music.

He makes her sing sweetly.

Sometimes

she is accarezzévole,

whispering tenderly;

other times

she is played con affetto,

roaring with passion

abandon

giving her all.

But whichever way she sings

to him,

her voice,

her song

is just for

him.

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A quickening

The music we compose

becomes

in time

unrestrained

and passionate.

A violin’s bow across strings

the aching sweetness

of the song

like a flicker to flame.

A quickening

we cannot deny.

:

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Pinterest

Music

I will move to the music

eyes closed

hips swaying

arms above my head

singing along.

Wide open spaces

and crowds.

Sunshine upon my shoulders

and kissing my face

wind sweeping through my hair.

I will imagine you here with me.

Your hands upon my hips

pulling me to you

my back

to your front

your arms around me

lips upon my neck

as we lose ourselves in the songs

and the feeling of our bodies

pressed together.

Yes

you will be with me. 

I will feel you 

with every note played

with every song sung

and smile to myself 

at such a sweet 

and delicious

imagining…

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Perfectly Persuasive

Passionate

I am passionate

I am passionate about many things

My children

Their intelligence, humor, laughter, kindness

Their beautiful souls

Words

The reading, the writing

The gifting of and receiving

The sea

The smells, the sounds, the feel, the power

How it inspires, soothes, invigorates me

Clouds

The pleasure I get from the endless beauty in the sky

Which lets my imagination run free

Architecture

The scope, the breadth, the creativity

The sheer genius of classic buildings and façades 

Which have stood the test of time

Watercolors and pastels

Powerful mediums that affect us

Not in bold voices

But in soft whispers

Black and white photography

To me, more visually arresting than color at times

Passion and depth expressed in ways that leave the subject

Open to interpretation by the viewer

Music

From Nocturne No. 2 by Chopin

Which touches the depths of my soul in romantic melancholy

To a Lana Del Rey song

Which makes my body move in ways

It didn’t realize it could

Slow and sweetly sensual

For my audience of one

And you

Most especially you

From the top of your head

To the tips of your toes

And all the spaces in between

I am passionate

About you

:

*A repost from a year ago.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph from Pinterest

 

I Am Passionate

I am passionate

I am passionate about many things

My children

Their intelligence, humor, laughter, kindness

Their beautiful souls

Words

The reading, the writing

The gifting of and receiving

The sea

The smells, the sounds, the feel, the power

How it inspires, soothes, invigorates me

Clouds

The pleasure I get from the endless beauty in the sky

Which lets my imagination run free

Architecture

The scope, the breadth, the creativity

The sheer genius of classic buildings and façades

Which have stood the test of time

Watercolors and pastels

Powerful mediums that affect us

Not in bold voices

But in soft whispers

Black and white photography

To me, more visually arresting than color at times

Passion and depth expressed in ways that leave the subject

Open to interpretation by the viewer

Music

From Nocturne No. 2 by Chopin

Which touches the depths of my soul in romantic melancholy

To a Lana Del Rey song

Which makes my body move in ways

It didn’t realize it could

Slow and sweetly sensual

For my audience of one

And you

Most especially you

From the top of your head

To the tips of your toes

And all the spaces in between

I am passionate

About you

Photo taken from Pinterest

Moonlight Sonatas

The music of 

A thousand moonlight sonatas

Will fill our ears

And suspend us in time

A velvet night

A sky filled with stars

You holding me close

Me finding Heaven

In your arms

Photo taken from Pinterest

Extension of the Melody

To dance

The graceful lines

The diaphanous skirts

Arms and fingers

All pointed just so

Effortless control

The music becoming

Part of every muscle

The body

An extension

Of the melody

Until they are one

“Dancer Tilting” by Edgar Degas