Siren

Flowing red hair

Catching light

Catching fire

Long wavy tendrils

Caressing her body

Like the desire of your hands.

You hear her-

Her voice a cage

Surrounding you

Holding you captive

As you listen to the tune in her voice

Your ankles are shackled

The hum in her throat

Your hands are bound.

She sings her song

And your soul is hers.

Mine

Stretching

Inching closer and closer

Cast your glances upon me

And watch them cascade

Across my skin

The art of seduction

Never looked so fine

Kisses so tender,

But your thoughts show me

You’re mine.