Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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He reads her

He reads her and wonders: Is it his name written between the lines?

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Could he be the one, 

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

the fire within her

tangled sheets

the heat

between her thighs

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Could he be the one,

the smile that appears 

when no one is looking

a secret she keeps

close to her

.

Is it his face haunting her dreams?

.

He reads her

and wonders

and wants it to be so

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He reads her

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He reads her

and wonders…

is it his name written between the lines

Could he be the one,

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

The fire within her tangled sheets

the heat between her thighs.

 Could he be the one,

the smile that appears when no one is looking,

a secret she keeps close to her

Is it his face that haunts her dreams?

He reads her

and wonders…

and wants it to be so…

:

Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken from Pinterest, unsourced.


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Sunday confessions

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These Sunday confessions

roll off my tongue

like an Act of Contrition…

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On my knees,

my tender

sensual

confessional

for your ears

only.

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Sundays,

always the potential

for sin.

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His name upon my skin

burning through my clothes

my Sunday secret.

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Sunday service will be

kneeling

and thoughts

I choose not to repent.

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He says prayers,

but only into the softness

of my skin.

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Lost in your sweet sermon,

no prayers would be more earnest

as I await the burn

of your brimstone,

of your fire.

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Sundays

dedicated to worship,

but only in the most sinful ways.

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Until my next Sunday confession…

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Ekaterina Belinskaya

 

 


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Whisper your name

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Our little secret

This cocoon of desire

Where I whisper your name

But never utter it aloud

Where we share wild nights

Within parallel dreams

And every dark thought you have

Is marked upon my eager flesh

With the thwack

Of each masterful word

You craft for me

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My Little Secret

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My little secret

A delicious one

Kept to myself

To take out and stroke

When alone

To smile my secret smile

Knowing I’m your secret too

And you have the same smile

To dream about at night

Sometimes tender

But often dark, decadent dreams

Dreams that only feature you

You are my little secret

That is not so little

As you delightfully fill up

Every nook and cranny

Of my day

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