Siren Whispers

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Confessional

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My words

a tender, sensual confessional.

Invocation

given on my knees.

Bound by need and want

I look to you for sublime absolution.

Sooty lashes lay upon my pale cheeks.

My mind awhirl with thoughts

as I wait

for the touch of your fingers

lifting my chin

my eyes following.

To see my sin

reflected

within your eyes.

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She is red lace…

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She is all curves and soft skin.

A dark tempest of hair

and eyes the color of a stormy sea.

She is red lace

against pale skin,

chaste yet wanton.

The juxtaposition

of innocence and sin.

Good girl and bad girl.

A contrast that

bewitches him

beguiles him

and entices him

to unravel the enigma

that is her.

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*Not a new post but still relevant

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Sunday confessions, toi

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I was the sweetest,

the most innocent bad girl

he ever created.

Especially on Sunday.

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Sinful Sunday.

Soft white skin

and pure white ribbon.

A sensuous tether

to wicked thoughts

and desires

pulled tight by him.

Making me wet and wild.

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A Sunday prayer.

A single wish

whispered from my lips

that was

purity and sin

interwoven.

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I am

A body trembling with sinful wants

and a soul aching with innocent need.

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I sit upon the church pew

modest in dress and demeanour

distracted

by the secrets and sins

that dance within every line

of the poetry I am composing

in my head.

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You are deeper than skin

greater than sin

absolution is mine

as you touch all the parts of me

that ache for you.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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Sin

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Can I be truly repentant

As I atone for my transgressions

If I adored each step

Into darkness

And would again embrace

With delight

Would allow myself

To savor

Once more

The sin

That is you

…Ravenous for the sin

For the darkness

For you

My hunger outstrips any need

For penance

My only need

Confession

Under your hands

Under you

My body spilling its secrets

In every sigh, gasp and moan

Expiation of sin

Was never more

Delicious

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Opium kiss


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.

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Sin

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Can I be truly repentant

as I atone for my transgressions

if I adored each step

into darkness

and would again embrace

with delight

would allow myself

to savour

once more

the sin

that is you

…Ravenous for the sin

for the darkness

for you.

My hunger outstrips any need

for penance

my only need

confession

under your hands

under you

my body spilling its secrets

in every sigh, gasp and moan.

Expiation of sin

was never more

delicious

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A year later, and still unrepentant.

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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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Artwork by Ekaterina Belinskaya