Dark Desires

Your silence is a blade I press against my jaw. I didn't ask for this void; I curated it. Every hour...

The air is thick as velvet, stripped of all other noise. Your breath ghosting against my skin is the...

Your breath is the only weather I know now. The roof is gone. There is no architecture left to hide ...

You saw me across the smoke and the silence. One glance. No words, no promise, just a pull so sharp ...

Your silence is a blade against my throat. I taste the salt of what isn’t there, the cold architectu...

You peel back the armor I wear like skin. In the hollow of my shadow, you find not the monster, but ...

The ink is dry on words I’ll never speak. In this unsent page, my hands mapped the topography of you...

You smile, polished and safe, but your breath stutters against the cold glass. Beneath the silk of y...

You wear your manners like a mask, thin and brittle over the raw heat of my skin. Beneath the polite...

You left a hollow where your body used to be. Now, the air in the room tastes like iron and rain. I ...

Give me your gravity. Let the floor fall away. There is a terrible grace in letting go, fingers uncu...

You are the static in the silence, a pulse I cannot name. My skin remembers your shadow before you a...

The fabric sticks to your skin, heavy with phantom sweat. Your lips still taste of his smoke, a ghos...

You think lust starts in the blood. Wrong. It starts in the silence between your words. I trace the ...

You unzip my soul with fingers that know its lock. I hide, but you do not flinch at the shadows. You...

The air is thick enough to taste, metallic and sweet. You hold my gaze until my pulse hammers agains...

Your eyes peel back the armor I wore like a second skin. No masks remain in that gaze, only the raw,...

Your pulse is a drum I haven’t learned to play yet. When our skins finally meet, the air catches fir...

You starve me beautifully. The ache of wanting you is a slow, sweet dagger in the throat. I live in ...

Your thumb traces the hollow of my throat, and the cage of my ribs forgets how to beat independently...

You speak of the weather while your knuckles whiten. Beneath the pleasantries, a starved thing shift...

You dangle a thread of silence between us, and I hold my breath, breaking. Your eyes are a closed do...

You drink me in, sip by slow sip. The air thickens, tasting of ozone and old static. My skin tighten...

Your pulse is a drum I cannot hear, yet it commands my breath. You hold the weight of my unspoken na...