Author’s Note

Blood & Brimstone plunges fully into intensity and surrender, where chaos and devotion collide. Every line is a pulse, a gasp, a hymn of desire written in rhythm and shadow. This piece is a celebration of total immersion—of giving, of yielding, and of the fiery communion of words, touch, and darkness.

— Rowan Evans

Slim & Shady VI: Blood & Brimstone
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Blood drips like ink, crimson on the page,
Brimstone burns in the air, a holy rage.
Your hands command, your teeth decree,
Every vein alive, every nerve set free.

I kneel in fire, I coil in flame,
Each gasp, each moan, a whispered name.
Velvet edges tear, silk melts to ash,
Your shadowed laughter—an unforgiving lash.

Sin courses deep, a river through my core,
I give, I crumble, I bleed, I adore.
Fingertips trace a cathedral of pain,
And still, I rise, only to fall again.

Brimstone drips from your gaze, searing, bright,
I drown in the heat, lost in the night.
The air tastes of iron, of desire, of sin,
A sacred chaos, where I cannot win.

You mark me holy, desecrate with love,
Each strike, each touch—a blessing from above.
I writhe, I shiver, I collapse, I plead,
Every syllable taken, every shadow freed.

Blood hums the rhythm, sin chants the rhyme,
Velvet and venom, silk and crime.
I am your canvas, your altar, your hymn,
Every inch of me consumed at the brim.

The cathedral quakes beneath our devotion,
A hurricane of want, a storm of motion.
Brimstone kisses, blood-laced sighs,
Your shadowed kingdom—my willing demise.

I am tethered, undone, utterly yours,
Lost in the fire, the velvet, the sores.
Each gasp a verse, each shiver a song,
Blood & Brimstone—where sinners belong.

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