Siren Whispers

Siren Song


Dusk speaks


Dusk speaks to me,

silent whispers

capturing my attention

like a finger dragged along

the spine.

My senses sharpen

as quiet takes precedence

over the lush

sounds of day.

Unbound and free

my mind becomes loud,

though I say not a word.

My fingers run

over the page

bringing forth

what lurks beneath

the placid surface,

with nary a ripple

to be seen until twilight

embraced me

and made me

her own.


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Banquet of sin


It started small

A hint of what was to come

A nibble here

A bite there

Decadent appetizers whetted their appetites

As they found their tastes were similar

And their desire to sate the palate of the other

Completely in sync

The ensuing dance of words became a sensual feast

That found them dining upon the thoughts of the other

With ever increasing frequency

A hunger unbound and given free reign

Became a banquet of sin

As desire was the meal served




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