Violin

I am the sweet strains of a violin.

Pure

gentle

poignant with longing

aching with want.

My voice found

as the bow slides across the strings

slowly.

I sway

I bend

I reach toward you

feeling every emotion

every movement 

within me.

Curves and lines become chords in this song of passion.

A song which stirs your desire

when you are alone with your thoughts

thoughts of me

in the heat of the night.

You feel my surrender to you

in this dance of abandon

as I match the music’s melodic rise and fall

note for note

as I give everything

as I become one with that single note

that reverberates within you.

Yours

Yours

Yours

:

©SirenSong1208

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Just yours

The cool breeze caressing my neck 
and tousling my hair

Your fingers.


The sun kissing my face and shoulders


Your lips.


The birdsong filling the garden with sound


Your words

Whispered in my ears.

The sheets I am wrapped up in

As I sleep

Your embrace.

My body, my soul

My surrender

Yours. 

Just yours.

:

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from The Unintended Muse

Your Wicked Tongue

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