Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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I dream of your hands

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I dream of your hands

tangled like need

in my hair

as I breathe you in.

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I dream of your hands

finding every curve and line

touching them

molding them to your palms

like a sculptor.

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I dream of your hands

covering every inch of my skin

a blistering caress

that ignites my own fire.

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I dream of your hands

making my body sing

with a touch, a grasp

that tells me I am yours

my song for your ears only.

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I dream of your hands

and my own hands

become your proxy.

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Undertow

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All along the undertow

I fought for breath

Every tug upon my senses

Pulling me back

Into your tide

The current strong

As strong as my will

My lungs filling

With the taste of memory

Burning with need

Until I surrendered

My thoughts

Struggling no more

Finding freedom

In the embrace

Of your waves

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“Siren’s last breath”

Photographer Steven Kowalski; Model Lauren Roth


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Wrists

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Wrists

Touched

With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need

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Wrists

Held

Within a manacle

Of your will

Pinned

And possessed

For pleasure

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Wrists

Kissed

A rapid pulse

Beating

Beneath your lips

My scent

An invading army

Upon your senses

An invocation

Of your need

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Wrists

Pale and vulnerable

Soft skin

Reddened

By your attentions

The burn left

Showing desire’s path

And my destruction

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Devour

I would devour every moment

With gusto

Wiping my hand across my mouth

Like a heathen

My eyes bright

With sublime satisfaction

Ready for more

I don’t care if it’s sloppy

Without eloquence

I want to partake

In all manner

Civil

Or not

This feral need

Bursting at the seams

A blistering anticipation

For my senses

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Kiss the dawn

Kiss the dawn

With lips that have felt midnight’s caress

Dreams laden

With the press of his thoughts

Like hot skin upon mine

Molten with need

Unmet

His breath

Rent with my own

As greed is built

With every hour of darkness

That we allow the restraints of day

To melt away

And we fall into each other’s arms

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Ripe

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She is ripe,

for his hands

for his mouth.

She is the desirable fruit

he hungers for,

her scent intoxicating him

beckoning forth his touch.

Her essence is nectar to his mouth

and one that he will savor every bite of,

his senses alive to her taste

as it lays succulent upon his tongue

subduing the ravenous beast

within.

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Piercing me

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My desire 

is as sharp as glass shards

piercing me

with longing.

With every jagged breath

I am cut anew.

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