Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Tremble

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Thoughts of him break each morning

with the inevitability of the dawn.

Morning tremble

as she opens her eyes

feeling his words

like fingertips

stroking her bare skin.

The purposeful caress.

The delicious intent.

Innocent desire

is inflamed to darkness.

A sensual

carnal rhythm

they ride

together.

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Artwork by Aydemir Saidov, ‘Sweet Dreams’