Wrists

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,

pinned

and possessed

for pleasure

.

Wrists kissed,

a rapid pulse

beating

beneath your lips,

my scent

an invading army

upon your senses;

an invocation of your need.

.

Wrists,

pale and vulnerable,

soft skin

reddened by your attentions;

the burn left

showing desire’s path

and my destruction.

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