Siren Whispers

Siren Song


One thing


It was never just one thing

or one way

she loved

whether slow, a savoring taste

or urgent

an irrepressible hunger

every time her senses

came alive

wonder and passion

a palette to paint her days

mind, body, and soul speaking

at once

a language she was fluent in

she embraced all

the dark

the light

and in doing so

surrendered all

to the unknown

filled with the sense that she’d arrived

where she’d never been

but was already known


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All along the undertow

I fought for breath

Every tug upon my senses

Pulling me back

Into your tide

The current strong

As strong as my will

My lungs filling

With the taste of memory

Burning with need

Until I surrendered

My thoughts

Struggling no more

Finding freedom

In the embrace

Of your waves


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“Siren’s last breath”

Photographer Steven Kowalski; Model Lauren Roth


Night’s silk


She waits


the floor

hard and unyielding 

under her knees

the silver flood of moon glow

gilding her nakedness.

The room is so quiet

she can hear her own heartbeat

its cadence

rising and falling

with her thoughts.

She is breathless

with anticipation

she is nervous

she is ready.

He watches her

admiring the sweetly sinful way

she has surrendered.

His heart hammers against his chest

with excitement

but he stills his hand

prolonging the anticipation.

The evening will yield its magic

in due time.

Night’s silk has draped the air

with velvet softness

and there is promise in the dark.



Photograph taken from Tumblr




Taste of eagerness


Your hunger for me


by that taste of eagerness

upon my lips

as I dissolved into you

my body pressed to yours

and we became closer than skin

the whispering moment

as day surrendered to night

and you conquered every inch of me

marking me

claiming me

as yours



Photograph taken from Pinterest