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Within this season’s bacchanal,
drink deep of me
and find your days ripe
with intoxicating flavours.
A glorious gluttony to savour.
Feel the piquancy of this need
that haunts my palate,
indiscriminately
stimulating
my senses.
Creating a thirst
I cannot deny
Every scent
every taste
reminding me
of you.
:
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr
She could dream of the freedom to roam at will
feeling the wind in her hair
the lift to her soul.
Mastering the elements of her days
as she let loose the storm, the wild within.
Hers an untamed spirit
oft hidden
but completely revealed
with one look into her eyes.
Believing in herself
and her dreams
she reaches for a life
that flows with passion.
A river wild
that is neither a love controlled
nor impetuous
but one that is illuminated
with the same vision.
A meeting of minds and needs
bound tightly with mutual respect.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from the internet, original provenance unknown.
Autumn leaves.
Their fiery beauty the setting
to an unwanted separation.
A cold blast of winter air
settled around my shoulders
and froze the tears
upon my cheeks.
The world tilted upon its axis
and I spilled off
into the black abyss.
His touch
hidden from my heart.
Secret longing kept buttoned
under my winter coat
as I walked miles
lost in our memories.
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*Written for PoemTrail on Twitter; Prompts in bold
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
The scent of it teased her senses
for weeks
before she allowed herself
to breathe it in.
An exotic unknown
that lured out of the dark
the silent, sensuous voice
of her soul.
With an opium kiss that seduced her,
it’s taste delicious
and forbidden
upon her untutored palate,
she found herself embraced in a sensual flight
of decadent sin
surrendered inhibitions
and a lust overdose
that left them both with a hunger
they could not sate.
Their connection
a scorching addiction
needing no intervention
as they mainlined the sweet tincture
of illicit desire.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Candle flames dance
amid the shadows cast upon the wall.
Fingers slowly glide along warm, bare skin
to cup this unholy need
that you have unleashed,
finally unbound from its shackles.
What I craved
finally given voice.
Hours are spent
impatiently pining
for the silky caress of words
that finger the ache
growing wild within my soul.
This coveted passion
a whisper between us
a secret fire
burning steadily
over the miles.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Le Mie Emozioni
For years she toed the line
followed the rules
the good girl
in thought and deed.
But now she is finding freedom
in expressing her desires
freeing her rapscallion ways
and loosing the chains on her renegade heart.
Answering to herself
to the soul quieted until now.
Dark needs speaking loudly
now that they have been given voice.
Renouncing authority.
Choosing to remain untamed
to stay wild
at heart.
:
*Created for the PoemTrail prompt on Twitter. Prompts are in bold.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
In my Book of Life
my inner story
was so hidden
that even I did not know the tale
until one fateful day
in the voice of a stranger
one simple word
unlocked the chest
where all of my secret truths
were kept.
Pages heretofore undiscovered and unread
were illuminated.
He held the key
was in possession of a plan
a detailed journey
to plumb my unknown depths
seeking the darkness
he knew
could be found below the surface.
Giving him my trust
my ultimate surrender
not only allowed him to map my body
but gave him a glimpse
of the longitude and latitude
of my unchartered heart.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest. Original provenance unknown.
Darkness settles
and sinister desires arise
from the ashes.
Passion blazes
like a phoenix
upon paths
once scorched.
Volatile hearts
searching
reaching
for what they need
their wants crystalised
in the visage
of the other.
The violent rhythm
of this requited lust
is seductive and enticing.
Brutal bloody destruction
of walls and bridges
inhibitions and taboos
their goal.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
Words that become memories.
Some can be soft, sweet confections
tender and adoring
sprinkled heaven upon a day
the warmth of a joyous smile
while others are the heat in the night
tangled sheet oblivion
rich in succulent flavor
that leaves me thirsting
for another drop
addicted to the taste
the sweet tincture of you
that intoxicates me
and leaves me
reeling with desire.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from My Eyes Are Full
It is in every word
an indecent invitation
tempting her to cross the line
to surrender to her forbidden desires
the ones she keeps trapped
deep
inside.
.
It is in the way her body aches to burn
with the torrid hunger he has unleashed
her mind aflame with suggestion
and an imagination that he has kicked into
overdrive.
.
It is only a matter of time
before this sinful seduction
bears fruit
the ripest one of all
…her
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
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