Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Wanton purpose



It is the dead of night

the air is sultry with summer

and my memories and desires are stirring.

My mind is filled with you

your eyes

your smile

your voice

and your intent…

delicious and wicked.

My imagination is at full throttle

barreling ahead like a train.

I let it have free reign of my senses.

I know that the slightest whisper of you

makes me wet and hungry

with a yearning for you to touch me roughly

to show me the delights of pain infused pleasure

to taste my curves and lose yourself in my scent

as I become enraptured with your mesmerising touches.

My dark focus

my wanton purpose

serving you.



Photograph taken from Perfectly Persuasive