Incompatible

Nothing Special | #JustSmut

Slip through the cracks of consciousness,

shadows cradle me there in languid arms.

Reality shatters and splinters—a shifting haze;

at the fringe of abandon, I meet your gaze.



Trace the map from pentagram to rose

pull back 'till red, then forward it goes

Your breath becomes a forbidden chant,

Singeing the darkness, dripping with want.



In your eyes, I find the edge of belonging,

a precipice where perceptions collide.

Each pulse, a declaration of truth, of longing

a torrent that surges through veins denied.



You’re a nocturne of black leather and violet sparks,

impact play, empty words and tanning hides.

You are a serpent  coiled    around    my     spine 

unfurling lustful desire in con-cu-pi-scent cries.



Evanesce in each other’s secrets, unspoken, 

to the rhythm of flesh and fate unbroken.

Carnal whispers drift awry with star-drenched shadows,

you must break me one more time—I want to be your wishbone.



Bound by eros, what succumbed to lips, and thirst remains

Caught in a current of sweet devastation,

Our anima licked by eternity’s flames.

We burn, unyielding, until dawn reclaims our names.