Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Sunday confessions, cat

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Each bead

thumbed in reverence

not with prayer

but with each burning desire

that begins

with your name.

.

Sunday

kneeling

wafer upon my tongue

a prayer in my head

as I imagine your taste.

.

These days

he becomes the starting

and ending words

of my Sunday confessions.

.

No sooner have I confessed

and repented

than he has me on my knees.

Sinning.

Again.

Each defilement

glorious

violent

and dark. 

.

Confess to me.

Satisfy your sins

along every silken inch of skin.

My curves

your path

of destruction

of salvation.

Amen.

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*Another instalment in my Sunday confessions.

©SirenSong1208

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You Are My Want

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You are my want

You are my need

You are my desire

You are my salvation

Of sin

A sin I wish

To bathe in

Get lost in

Be consumed by

Until it is part of

Every inch of me

Until it touches

The deepest parts

Of me

Until I am sin

Myself

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