Siren Whispers

Siren Song



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I watch and wait.

Precision is key.

Enchantment surrounds you

with such subtlety.

My spell cast with perfection,

more focus than lark.

You don’t know you are lost in its throes,

kneeling to worship 

the magic I weave,

an enticement

you dare not ponder,

nor ever desire

to leave. 


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Rosary beads


Touch my curves

as though they were rosary beads.

Thumbing each one


Every stroke of your fingers

a murmured prayer

an Act of Contrition.

I will be the glorious mystery 

unfolding beneath

your hands

your mouth.

Make me your religion.

An altar for you

to worship at.

And not just on Sundays…


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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Before the rush


She cannot remember a time

before the rush

of him.

Before he invaded her thoughts


Before her body became a temple

for him to worship at.

She cannot remember a time

before the wanting of him.

Before her awareness began.

Before her body reacted

to a single word

from him.


*First posted two years ago when I had far fewer followers. I hope that new and old alike enjoy the reposting.


Photograph taken from Pinterest


Sunday confessions


These Sunday confessions

roll off my tongue

like an Act of Contrition…


On my knees,

my tender



for your ears




always the potential

for sin.


His name upon my skin

burning through my clothes

my Sunday secret.


Sunday service will be


and thoughts

I choose not to repent.


He says prayers,

but only into the softness

of my skin.


Lost in your sweet sermon,

no prayers would be more earnest

as I await the burn

of your brimstone,

of your fire.



dedicated to worship,

but only in the most sinful ways.


Until my next Sunday confession…



Artwork by Ekaterina Belinskaya




Worship, revisited


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Letting yourself go

Letting that which you worship consume you

A free fall into beauty, love, desire


I adore the gorgeous creation and symmetry of clouds within a perfect blue sky

I am smitten with colour and light and how they dance and sway with each other

I love the sea and everything about it

From the sound of it crashing against rock to the briny smell which always lifts my spirits and tells me that I am home


But worship for me takes on a different mantle when I apply it to him

For adoration of nature is a singular thing

But my adoration for him is part of every fiber of my being

It influences each moment of my day

A searing devotion

Unstinting, constant, instinctive

A desire to please

A desire to bring joy to


He is my worship

The reason I am on my knees

Reverent for the moments

When he is mine


*This is not new but it is relevant, though only to me.


Photograph taken from White Noten



As I do the sea…


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I worship you

As I do the sea.


And respecting your control.

How you hold back

Just enough

Pushing me to the brink

Building the desire

Making me ache.

Before you engulf me

In a passionate embrace

Of words.

In much the same way

That the sea teases the shoreline

Before the tide rushes in.


I worship you

As I do the sea.

Adoring the fierce way

You make me breathless

By saturating my senses.

Every neuron firing

Every perception


Anticipation for your every move

Exciting me

Beyond measure.

Whether it’s the rapid way you encompass me

Making me feel you


 Or the way you tenderly take your leave.

Your touch lingering

Until you return.


I worship you

As I do the sea.

For the sea touches my soul

Like no other.

And like the sea

From our first moments

I was interested, excited, enthralled.

Seduced by all that you were

And the possibility of all that you could be.

It was then

That you made me yours.




Swept away into your sea.

Our bond

Fathoms deep.


*This is not a new piece but it is one of my favourites. I beg the reader’s indulgence for the reposting.


Photograph taken from BlackSwanDive




I will be your Joan of Arc

in visions of holy devotion

and divine worship.

As you lay siege

to my mind

my body

and to my soul

I will bring truth to your words.

I will illuminate the darkness

as I burn for you. 

I will make you a believer.



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