She lies there
naked, still,silent
legs parted like memory.
Breasts fall sideways,
eyes sealed,
skin pale,blotched,creped,
the blush long gone.
We played this game often
when skins were warm
Now
her skin is cold,
I touch the silence.
my Siren sleeps
our long desire
breathes its last.
Then
A thought enters my mind
travels down towards my crutch.
Should I ?
Is my Siren calling one last time?








Maybe she is tempting you one last time. good write.
A dark and beautiful piece, dear Peter! Leave her body alone, your siren is calling for you from another dimension!
Elke…. lovely comment.💋