Siren Whispers

Siren Song

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Cool quiet


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The cool quiet of the night

fills with the fervour of

decadent dreams.

Desire saturates the mind

with breathless imaginings

as skin dances

with the heat of arousal.

This is the time that I wait for.

The time that I can unbutton my mind

and let my fingers follow

imagining that they are yours.

Yearning for the day

that they might be.


©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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Impure breath

There are nights that I ache

for that which I can only imagine.

My yearning increasing

with every rise and fall

of the sun.

A longing to learn the mortal language 

your hands would teach my body.

My impure breath

tasting of your name

in desperate pleas.

My profane thoughts

becoming a silent invocation

to your darkest



©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

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A single word


A single word

from him

left her flustered

with a blush

that spread across her cheeks

and down her slender throat

painting her

with a yearning

that she did not understand

with a longing

that she did not expect

and with a dark desire

that spoke to her

without words.



Photograph taken from Le Mie Emozioni



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Lick me

with your desire.

Devour me

with your yearning.

Swallow me

with your lust.

And then,

never stop…



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I never knew


I never knew the face of yearning

until I looked into the mirror

after finding you.


I never knew the sound of destiny

until I heard your voice

calling me to your side

to your feet.


I never knew the burning touch of desire

until your words marked me

from skin to soul.


I never knew acceptance and adoration

until your gentle touch

revealed who I was

deep inside.


I never knew

…until you.



Artwork by Cayetano de Arquer Buigas


An Almost Holy Worship


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She won’t deny it

She wants him more than anything

In her soul’s confession she’ll plead guilty

To his effect upon her

To the exquisite frisson that rushes through her

When she thinks of being with him

When she sees his name

When she hears his voice

To the near constant erotic thoughts

She entertains in the still of the night

Of her yearning to be taken fully by him

In every dark way possible

The imagined press of his lips to hers

The whisper of fingertips across her skin

His finger dragged along her spine

Where he would rest his hand on her hip


Of being bound body and soul to him

Dark and dangerous musings

Which rob her of her sleep

Her lust exhaling in the night air

Caressing her with want

Firing her blood with need

Dawn’s light finding her shipwrecked

Upon her tangled sheets

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