Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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A Christmas Eve instruction

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Christmas Eve mass.

A time for reflection.

But for her

she was thinking of anything

but the birth of the baby Jesus.

She felt naughty

and alive

for she had been given instruction.

Her eyes danced with mischief.

Her secret

and his.

She knew he must have smiled

as he typed the words

wondering at her reaction

feeling a delicious tug

at the thought of her

doing as he had directed.

Up went her skirt

past the lace top thigh highs

dark against her pale thighs.

She tugged her black lace knickers down.

Off they came and down went the skirt

smoothed along her thighs.

Enjoying the feel of her naked skin and sex

against the skirt.

It was a first for her

and she found it a most delicious practice.

Every time she crossed her legs

every time she moved

she was aware of her bareness.

She thought of him each time

knew he would be pleased

and this aroused her

as pleasing him always did.

Going to church

would never be the same…

*This was first posted two years ago. At the time it caused a bit of a stir. Last year I added audio. It’s a favourite piece so I beg your indulgence once again.

©SirenSong1208


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He loves her back

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There is something about her back.

Every time he sees it

he finds something new

to adore.

A freckle.

A birthmark never seen.

The way the skin and muscle

move together

as though dancing.

A perfect synchronicity.

The way the light falls

upon her naked skin.

How it looks in motion.

How it looks at rest.

He knows it’s incredibly soft,

satiny and silky.

Her scent.

soft and graceful

is a natural expression of her.

She inhabits it.

not the other way around.

He likes to take his time

and enjoy her

to run his finger

along the curve of her spine

followed closely by his lips.

Planting nibbling kisses

from her shoulders

until he reaches the perfect curve

of her arse.

He loves her back

especially

when she is flat upon it

and he

is above her.

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*Not new but still relevant. Now with added audio.

©SirenSong1208

Provenance of artwork unknown.

If it is yours please let me know and I will credit or remove.

 


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Casting Lines

Because the light in winter plays upon naked skin in such a beautiful way and I am smitten with light and shadow…

Siren Whispers

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She is waiting for him

The morning sun

Shining through shutters

Casting lines across her naked skin

She knows he’s watching her

His eyes taking in the beauty

That is his

The alabaster skin striped

With that perfect white light

That comes with early morning

She sighs and he stirs

Walking towards her

His fingers itching to touch

His mouth aching to taste

Photo taken from Pinterest

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The Long, Tall Grass

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Take me in the long, tall grass


Where the wildflowers scent the air


And the sky is the only witness


To our passion
.

Where my naked skin


Is bathed in the sun’s light


And kissed by the breeze


And your lips.


Where my breasts


Are yours to torture and tease


And my sex fits you like a glove
.

Take me in the long, tall grass


Where I can look in your eyes


As you claim me


And the moment is forever


Seared into my memory.

Photo taken from Pinterest


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Luminous

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The mark of his words

Never more evident

Than in the moonlight

When etched upon her naked skin

His prose

Becomes luminous

Painting by Tatiana Siedlova


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Casting Lines

photo

She is waiting for him

The morning sun

Shining through shutters

Casting lines across her naked skin

She knows he’s watching her

His eyes taking in the beauty

That is his

The alabaster skin striped

With that perfect white light

That comes with early morning

She sighs and he stirs

Walking towards her

His fingers itching to touch

His mouth aching to taste

Photo taken from Pinterest