Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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I dream of your hands

I dream of your hands

tangled like need

in my hair

as I breathe you in.

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I dream of your hands

finding every curve and line

touching them

molding them to your palms

like a sculptor.

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I dream of your hands

covering every inch of my skin

a blistering caress

that ignites my own fire.

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I dream of your hands

making my body sing

with a touch, a grasp

that tells me I am yours

my song for your ears only.

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I dream of your hands

and my own hands

become your proxy.

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr, unsourced


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A wild thrumming

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You inspire deep desire within me

My hunger for you

Ravenous

This ache vibrating

Across every inch of me

Humming audibly

A wild thrumming in my veins

Chanting

Yours

Yours

Yours.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from SocialSurvival


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Urban scrawl

Your imprint is deep.

More than a shallow layer of graffiti

written across my skin

with whatever implement is on hand.

Whether pen

or fingers

or tongue,

the message you’ve left

is more than an urban scrawl

fading in the pale light of day.

It is etched upon my soul.

A niche carved out

within my deepest recesses.

Irrevocably yours.

 

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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017

Photograph taken from Tumblr

 


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Rope’s kiss

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Naked and bound for your pleasure.

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The thought of you

and rope

ties me in knots.

My mind has become fettered

with dark fantasies.

My imagination

venturing into secret rooms

under lock and key.

This yearning I have

burns deeply

for rope’s kiss

upon my soft, pale skin.

Marking me

as yours.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 

 

 

 


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One glance

Long before meeting

I was yours.

It took only one glance

for us to know

for us to be certain

and within those certain

sacred moments

I gifted my most valuable treasure.

The key 

to the house of my soul.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph by Aleksandr Savichev


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Your wicked tongue

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Your wicked tongue

licks

along the curve

of my spine

as your words

stroke my flesh

with suggestion.

Tongue

hands

and words.

Your definitive goal

the centre of me.

My surrender.

Mind.

Body.

Soul.

Yours.

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*A repost from last year with added audio. I hope that my new readers enjoy.

©SirenSong1208

 


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A pure white canvas

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Stretch me before you

a pure white canvas

with endless possibilities.

Paint me with words

of eloquent sensuality.

Stroke me with colour

vivid with passion.

Imbue me with desire

that is soul deep.

Make me electric.

Make me yours.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Zhaoming Wu