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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: lust

  • Respectfully | Erotic Gothic Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Respectfully is a playful exploration of desire, boundaries, and the contradictions that exist within intimacy and expression. It fuses humor, Gothic sensibilities, and erotic confession, embracing both the feral and the polite aspects of human longing. The poem isn’t just about lust—it’s about intent: how even the most untamed impulses can coexist with consent, respect, and self-awareness.

    In crafting this piece, I wanted to explore the tension between saying exactly what you feel and maintaining decorum, the duality of a poet’s boldness and manners. Each “Respectfully” is both a comedic punctuation and a manifesto: you can want what you want, but you can also honor the boundaries of others—and yourself.

    This poem celebrates the audacity of voice, the wit of language, and the sacredness of choice—where grammar and desire meet in an unapologetically Gothic, confessional way.

    — Rowan Evans

    Illustration of a candlelit gothic study with ink-stained papers and shadows suggesting intimacy, capturing the sensual yet refined mood of the poem Respectfully.
    Where feral desire meets impeccable manners—Respectfully, poetry by Rowan Evans.

    Respectfully
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’ve been known to say
    some incredibly feral things—
    and I always mean them.
    I would let you absolutely ruin me.
    Respectfully, of course.

    I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,
    I just have no filter—
    a poet’s curse, you see.
    I speak in impulses and italics.
    You could hold me down and choke me.
    Respectfully, for real.

    I would let you do unholy things to me.
    Respectfully.
    I would let you tie me up with rope—
    You could bruise and break me.
    Respectfully, I hope.

    It’s not that I’m trying to shock you,
    it’s just that desire sounds better
    when it’s proofread with manners.
    Like—yes, I’d sin,
    but I’d also say please and thank you.
    A gentlethem of chaos, if you will.

    Every filthy line I write
    is sealed with consent and courtesy.
    That’s the difference between vulgar and art.
    I say “I’d ruin your life,”
    then I spell-check it for tone.
    Respectfully.

    If I ever send you a message that makes you blush,
    know that I meant it—
    but I also meant no harm.
    It’s the duality of lust and decorum.
    Saint in the streets,
    Sinner with impeccable grammar.

    So when I say,
    “I’d let you wreck me in ways
    that require a safety word and a sonnet,”
    you’ll know it’s not a threat.
    It’s a prayer with boundaries.

    Because that’s who I am—
    a walking contradiction in lipstick and ink,
    a poet of piety and profanity,
    who loves like a cathedral on fire
    and means it…

    Respectfully.

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    [Muse of Mayhem]
    “She is fury made flesh, a witch with war in her hips, and I— I volunteer as tribute.”

    Muse of Mayhem explores the intoxicating pull of chaos, desire, and surrender in Rowan Evans’ signature Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism style.

    [My Red Flags]
    “You told me you had anger issues. But I’ve only seen you furious in defense—a saint of righteous fire.”

    ‘My Red Flags’ is a confession disguised as a love spell. In this dark romantic poem, Rowan Evans turns every warning sign into worship—an ode to danger, devotion, and the art of loving without fear of burning.

    [Retribution in Shadows]
    A shadowed vow, a vigil in the dark, and a voice that rises for the unheard. ‘Retribution in Shadows’ is a dark Gothic poem about imagined justice, written with the intensity of protective love and raw emotion.

    If you want to check out the full archive, you can find it in [The Library of Ashes]…

  • Slim & Shady: After Dark II | Poetry by Rowan Evans

    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

    Gothic cathedral interior with candlelight, shadows, and entwined figures suggesting intimate desire, devotion, and secrecy.
    Whispered secrets, shadows, and silk—experience the Gothic sensuality of After Dark II.

    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

  • Slim & Shady V: Silk & Sin | Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Silk & Sin explores the tension between surrender and temptation, weaving desire and mischief through every line. It’s a hymn to play, power, and the magnetic pull of shadowed devotion. Read it as you would a secret whispered in darkness—let the rhythm, wordplay, and intimacy carry you into the cathedral of indulgence and need.

    — Rowan Evans

    Dark gothic scene with velvet drapes, candlelight, and silken shadows, evoking intimacy, passion, and secret devotion.
    Velvet, silk, and shadow—enter the cathedral of desire with Silk & Sin.

    Slim & Shady V: Silk & Sin
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Silk drapes like smoke across my pulse,
    Whispers of you coil—sharp, soft, convulse.
    Fingers dig in where shadows hide,
    Every touch a claim, every gasp a tide.

    Sin hums beneath the skin, electric, alive,
    A trembling hymn where desire thrives.
    I yield, I shiver, I tremble, I burn,
    Your shadowed hunger pulling, a tether I cannot spurn.

    Velvet lips, silk slicing through the dark,
    A stolen sigh ignites a primal spark.
    Fingers weave secrets along my spine,
    In your chaos I melt, I writhe, I’m already thine.

    The night bends, a cathedral of sin,
    Every syllable tasted, every verse within.
    Temptation dances, fire entwined,
    Your laugh a whip, your touch a bind.

    I crave the sting of your unseen hands,
    The pressure of your will, the fire that commands.
    Silk wraps tight, sin burns slow,
    We are colliding, surrendering, letting go.

    Breathe me raw, drag me deep,
    Every whispered threat a promise to keep.
    The cathedral shudders beneath our skin,
    Hymns of lust, where darkness begins.

    I am your hymn, your sin, your willing pawn,
    Trembling devotion, my defenses gone.
    Each gasp, each shiver, a confession new,
    Every inch a surrender, written for you.

    Silk drips, sin coils, blood pulses in rhyme,
    Velvet edges sharpened, a taste of crime.
    I kneel, I writhe, I ache, I spin,
    Your kingdom of shadows—my cathedral within.

    🎭 Slim & Shady Series 🎭

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

  • Lust – 7 Deadly Sonnets by Rowan Evans | Dark Romantic Poetry

    Rowan Evans

    Step into the first reflection of the 7 Deadly Sonnets. Here, Lust awakens the pulse, drapes the air in forbidden desire, and tempts the shadowed corners of the heart.

    Dark romantic figure draped in crimson silk with candlelight shadows – illustration for Lust sonnet.
    Lust – the first of the 7 Deadly Sonnets by Rowan Evans, exploring desire’s consuming fire.

    7 Deadly Sonnets
    Lust

    My pulse quickens at each whispered breath,
    Desires drape the air like silken chains,
    Each glance a flame, tempting fate with death,
    And promises of pleasure laced in pain.

    I drink your essence, heady as the wine,
    Sweet intoxication, fevered and fierce,
    Drawn close to taste your essence, blood and brine,
    To find your heart beneath my nails and pierce.

    This hunger that devours all but sin,
    Swallowed whole, yet craving still unfed—
    For love’s not enough to sate what lies within,
    A need both fevered and eternally red.

    In darkness, where all sense of self is lost,
    I pay the price for lust, at passion’s cost.

    Journey into the Hexverse

    Spellbound | Rowan Evans
    A dark, intoxicating poem of desire and devotion—Spellbound is an invocation of fire, blood, and forbidden magic. Rowan Evans crafts a ritualistic experience of passion, soul, and unbroken vows.

    Incantation in Motion | Rowan Evans
    A hymn whispered in shadows—Rowan Evans’ “Incantation in Motion” is a confession of presence, intimacy, and the way movement becomes poetry.

    Masochist’s Liturgy | Hex Nightshade
    A liturgy of five dark hymns—where love blurs with ruin, desire aches into prayer, and even aftercare becomes sacred scripture.

    What I Want | Rowan Evans
    A confession of desire, chaos, and devotion—What I Want explores the intoxicating pull of someone who ignites, challenges, and claims with fire and tenderness.

    Shadowed Addiction | Rowan Evans
    A brief, intimate dive into desire, longing, and emotional darkness. Shadowed Addiction fuses minimalist expression with confessional intensity, weaving English and Tagalog for a sharp, personal resonance.