She is ripe
for his hands
for his mouth.
She is the desirable fruit
he hungers for
her scent intoxicating him
beckoning forth his touch.
Her essence is nectar to his mouth
and one that he will savour every bite of
his senses alive to her taste
as it lays succulent upon his tongue
subduing the ravenous beast
within.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
If we met…
would I run to you
and joyfully throw my arms around you…
or would I gracefully walk towards you
my eyes never leaving yours
a smile beginning to form
bigger and broader
as I got closer
the hint of a blush
tinting my cheeks
until at last I am in front of you
we smile
I whisper your name
you touch my face
and pull me into your embrace
my body fitting perfectly
to yours
…our first kiss
:
*Originally written in 2014 and posted on twitter where it is my most popular tweet to date.
©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Fabian Perez, “The Train Station”
A quivering rose
in shimmering satin and lace.
An unequivocal hedonistic delight
that makes him catch his breath.
His desire for her
more than corporeal.
His soul touched.
His darkness
suffused with her light.
A voluptuous torch
illuminating his way
once more into her arms.
The softest whisper from her
bringing a smile to his face
and a sigh to his lips.
Her words of adoration and devotion
making him glow with pride
wrapping around him
holding him close
to her.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
An unexpected spark
And then
A slow fire
Becoming
A steady, constant burn
One whose flame
Cannot be extinguished
By simple wind or rain
Cold affects it not
A monsoon would be needed
Just to make it flicker
Photograph taken from Pinterest
What is this compulsion
That keeps me enthralled
That keeps me returning
To feed my addiction
To sate my want
You are my compulsion
The desire that reaches down
Into the deepest parts of me
That fingers them
Strokes them
Makes them tingle
And come alive
Screaming for attention
And only you
Can simultaneously appease
And fuel
This urge
To have you
In every way
Imaginable
Photo taken from Pinterest
The silence is peaceful
Aiding in reflection
I feel the morning dew
As I walk along the footpath
Lost in thoughts of you
Missing you
Keenly
My longing heart
Feeling like a lost letter
Misplaced
Never having reached its destination
Existing only in darkness
Waiting to be pulled out
And thrust into the light
My heart sighing
In comfort
And relief
Photo taken from Pinterest
Siren Whispers 