Jameson Leoni

She was a brat, until my hands were on her.

Come closer. Let me be the shadow that seeps into your veins while you pretend to sleep. I don’t want your daylight confessions or the armor of your clever tongue— I want the unguarded drip of your desire when the masks dissolve, when your pulse betrays you and your thighs clench around nothing but the echo of my name. Slide into my abyss and I’ll teach you how smoke can burn. Taste me back— slow, obscene, reverent— until the salt on your tongue is mine and the dark between us feels like the only holy thing left. Drag me under. I’ve been waiting to drown in you since the first forbidden thought.