Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

After Dark II plunges fully into the cathedral of touch, rhythm, and whispered surrender. It is where mischief, desire, and shadowed devotion converge—where syllables become caresses, puns trace curves, and the cadence of language mirrors the pulse of lust. Read it as you would a secret pressed to skin: let the velvet, silk, and darkness carry you, every line a confession, every rhyme a shiver, every word a thrill.

— Rowan Evans

Slim & Shady: After Dark II
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I slip through shadows, velvet and silk,
Fingers like whispers, breath dripping like milk.
Your name on my tongue, a secret in rhyme,
Time bends, collapses, seduces the night.

I dance in the dark, lit by candle’s flame,
Every sigh a sonnet, every gasp a claim.
My teeth trace your pulse, my lips map your skin,
Every shadowed corner a place to begin.

Pun-dripped promises, syllables tease,
Tongue twists in riddles, bending with ease.
Velvet & venom, velvet & flame,
I write you in chaos, you answer in name.

Hands like punctuation, pressing and curling,
Wrists in my fingers, hearts wildly twirling.
I am the pause between your breath and moan,
The secret verse, the whispered unknown.

Ink of desire stains the cathedral floor,
Every step a stanza, every touch an encore.
I slide in your silence, melt in your sound,
After Dark—where mischief is crowned.

I am shadowed devotion, lust in disguise,
A labyrinth of verses, a feast for your eyes.
Temptation, obsession, sin gently unfurled,
I write you, I crave you, I pun you—my world.

Velvet shadows curl, I vanish, I tease,
The cathedral waits, the next act to please.
I am slim, I am shady, I ignite and I bend,
After Dark—the prelude to the end.

🎭 Slim & Shady Series 🎭

If you are interested in reading the whole series, find it here: The Slim & Shady Series