Siren Whispers

img_3140Wrists touched

with tender fingers

upon sensitive skin, a provocation

an awakening

of feral need.


Wrist held

within a manacle

of your will,


and possessed

for pleasure


Wrists kissed,

a rapid pulse


beneath your lips,

my scent

an invading army

upon your senses;

an invocation of your need.



pale and vulnerable,

soft skin

reddened by your attentions;

the burn left

showing desire’s path

and my destruction.


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