Bleed me
Pupils dilate like gaping maws,
a wild dance of primal hunger begins,
heart racing in the shadows,
he conquers his prey beneath
bondaged ties on concrete tops,
an ice-cold endeavor.

Fingers entwined at her throat,
teeth teasing at her lips,
a sinister play of dominance,
a hunger that devours
a rare invitation to sin.

Amidst whispers of pain and pleasure—
a shared secret, sensuality flows
like crimson streams between her thighs,
the scent of honeyed copper taints the air
with dark elation.

A taste of forbidden fruit, a banquet
of twisted temptation, as he indulges
in his fill tonight...
© 𝓢.𝓟𝓸𝓽