Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Gossamer

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He sees her.

She is in repose.

She is all dark hair, sculpted cheekbones and elegant neck.

All of this and those breathtaking curves he adores.

He watches the rise and fall of her breasts, wanting to wake her yet wanting to devour her with his eyes.

She is a wild beauty captured by him, but untamed.

Her body is gilded with gossamer threads making her appear to be a fairy tale princess awaiting he who will awaken her to everything.

Her curves are draped in delicate netting, sheer but for the embroidered flowers their edges caressing the swell of her breasts.

He sighs in appreciation at the vision she presents.

His hungry gaze following the cut of the gown as it flares to show the satiny expanse of her bare belly before resting upon the silken triangle he is sure is his gateway to paradise.

He aches to plant a kiss along that delectable curve, the hollow of her navel, his lips following a sinful path to the most intimate part of her.

He breathes her in, closing his eyes, memorising her scent; his body anticipating her taste, knowing it will be burned into his mind, his senses, forever.

Wondering to himself, who has awakened who…

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph by sirensong1208


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Wild beauty

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She is the wild beauty

he aches to claim

bewitching curves

that entice him

to sin

eyes 

that see right to the heart of him

and a smile he wishes to taste

upon his lips

.

She is the wild beauty

whose voice

soft and tender

whispers

to his soul

whose laughter

lilts through his day

and makes him smile

whose own soul

drawn inexorably to him

is so tender

that he feels her light

on his darkest days

a light he knows

will warm him

in his deepest winter

a light he knows

burns

just for him

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*A repost from last year, now with audio. I appreciate your indulgence.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Gossamer

FullSizeRender

He sees her.

She is in repose.

She is all dark hair, sculpted cheekbones

and elegant neck.

All of this

and those breathtaking curves he adores.

He watches the rise and fall of her breasts

wanting to wake her

yet wanting to devour her with his eyes.

She is a wild beauty

captured by him

but untamed.

Her body is gilded with gossamer threads

making her appear to be a fairy tale princess

awaiting he

who will awaken her

to everything.

Her curves are draped in delicate netting

sheer but for the embroidered flowers

their edges caressing

the swell of her breasts.

He sighs in appreciation at the vision she presents.

His hungry gaze following the cut of the gown

as it flares to show

the satiny expanse of her bare belly

before resting upon the silken triangle

he is sure is his gateway to paradise.

He aches to plant a kiss

along that delectable curve

the hollow of her navel

his lips following a sinful path

to the most intimate part of her.

He breathes her in

closing his eyes

memorising her scent

his body anticipating her taste

knowing it will be burned into his mind

his senses

forever.

Wondering to himself

who has awakened who…

 

©SirenSong1208

Photograph by sirensong12o8

 

 


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Wild beauty

FullSizeRender

She is the wild beauty

He aches to claim

Bewitching curves

That entice him to sin

Eyes that see right to the heart of him

And a smile he wishes to taste

Upon his lips

She is the wild beauty

Whose voice

Soft and tender

Whispers to his soul

Whose laughter

Lilts through his day

And makes him smile

Whose own soul

Drawn inexorably to him

Is so tender

That he feels her light

On his darkest days

A light he knows

Will warm him

In his deepest winter

A light he knows

Burns just for him

Photograph taken from Pinterest