Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Lissome thoughts

Lissome thoughts

I hold within my hands

Shape and depth


further touch

Reflections that evoke

something familiar

yet still unknown

and give voice

to inestimable possibility


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Touch becomes a private language between lovers.

The nuances of touch become known as you learn each other.

I can think of nothing more sublime than this discovery

and how it is put to practice.



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Fuse to burning

With subtle suggestion

You have set the fuse to burning

I watch in anticipation as the distance separating us

Becomes ash

Gone in the whisper of this wind

The crackle of flame getting louder

As the span shortens

The impending blaze

Drawing the heat

And blush

To my pale skin

The countdown

To that yearned for touch

Has begun


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Barricade of night


Within the barricade of night

I slip into your bones

And under your skin

Embracing your soul

With my tender touch.

Your dreams

Mine to dance through

My movements

For you alone.

The seductive pull

Of soft arms

And thrusting hips

Keep me on your lips

As dawn breaks

And I am gone

Without a trace.



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Sea of whispers


A sea of whispers.

I let them wash over me.

Tide to sand.

Every new foray

leaving me breathless

and exhilarated

with the touch.

An ocean of desire

to drown in.

Depths that beckon

to be explored.


which catch

and beguile.

Whispering as loud to my soul

as the roar of the waves

crashing upon rock.



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The strike of a match


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It’s the strike of a match

that signals the beginning.

Silent to all

but them

as it echoes

over the miles.

Fire starters with words

that nourish each other’s hungry souls.

Imagination becomes saturated

with desire-rich suggestion

that teases the senses

with the darkest of intent

becoming gasoline to tinder

as they erupt in flames

at the first touch.


Created and recorded for Whispering Neds on Twitter, a spoken word poetry prompt.


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