Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Sunday confessions, toi

I was the sweetest,

the most innocent bad girl

he ever created.

Especially on Sunday.

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Sinful Sunday.

Soft white skin

and pure white ribbon.

A sensuous tether

to wicked thoughts

and desires

pulled tight by him.

Making me wet and wild.

.

A Sunday prayer.

A single wish

whispered from my lips

that was

purity and sin

interwoven.

.

I am

A body trembling with sinful wants

and a soul aching with innocent need.

.

I sit upon the church pew

modest in dress and demeanour

distracted

by the secrets and sins

that dance within every line

of the poetry I am composing

in my head.

.

You are deeper than skin

greater than sin

absolution is mine

as you touch all the parts of me

that ache for you.

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Coppery want

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Taste the hunger in the night

black as coal

unforgiving in its depth

this wicked intent reigns supreme

hands grip

fingers rake

the length of me

nails leave pretty pink

tracks laced with red

draw blood, love

taste my lust

coppery want that begs for more

lips only

silenced with yours

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The night breathes

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The night breathes

And sighs your name

It peels the covers away

And stealthily slips into my bed

My lover

To kiss away the moonlight

I am dressed in

To make wicked the waning dark

Bringing about a blush

To rival the dawn

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A trail of words

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You leave a trail of words

for me to find

tender and romantic

deliciously sensual

delightfully wicked

clues to piece together

to arrange and decipher

the puzzle

that is you

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Purposeful intent

 

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Sins of the night

Come in the shape of your smile

The wicked glint in your eyes

The delicious rasp of your voice

As it strokes me

With desire

And

Inevitably

The purposeful intent

Of my own hands

In response to your sins

Against me…

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