Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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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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Wrist held

within a manacle

of your will,

pinned

and possessed

for pleasure

.

Wrists kissed,

a rapid pulse

beating

beneath your lips,

my scent

an invading army

upon your senses;

an invocation of your need.

.

Wrists,

pale and vulnerable,

soft skin

reddened by your attentions;

the burn left

showing desire’s path

and my destruction.

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Firestorm

My pulse races and stutters,

a staccato sound of gunfire,

as you draw near.

Senses enlivened by proximity,

electricity crackling,

the air

ripe

with danger

and desire

as you take what you need,

relentlessly.

My defenses plundered

with the skill of a tactician.

This want

you’ve created,

 a violent firestorm

that burns it all down.

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With every breath

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It starts slow.

A tentative touch

that blooms with colour

across your skin.

Like a meadow in summer.

A meandering through your thoughts

that gradually becomes a steady hum

as he takes up residence.

A delicious jolt whenever you come upon him

finding him coursing through your veins

feeling him pulse beneath your skin.

Not simply desire

or respect

nor even tender affection and regard,

but an awakening

to him

and to yourself.

With every breath.

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Pulse

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It’s the whisper

of dark cravings

a licentious desire

stirred

this wildness

and abandon

that you have awakened

within me

will not quieten

and with every word

you finger that pulse

that throbs for you.

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Artwork by Eric Wallis