Seduction – Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Nocturnal Waltz captures a moment I can’t stop imagining: the instant a femme-fatale vampiress meets her human lover for the first time. It’s a collision of worlds—dangerous, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible. I wanted to write the kind of encounter where time collapses, where every glance and touch feels like a promise and a warning all at once.

There’s something thrilling about the first spark of desire, the delicious tension between curiosity and caution. In this poem, the night becomes a character, the shadows a partner, and the music of attraction a rhythm that no one can resist.

This is for anyone who has felt the pull of someone who is simultaneously terrifying and magnetic, for those drawn to the edge of their own desire, and for readers unafraid to let the darkness brush against their fingertips.

— Rowan Evans

Vampiress and human woman dancing in a moonlit gothic ballroom, shadows and romance swirling around them. — *“Nocturnal Waltz: The first, intoxicating meeting of a femme-fatale vampiress and her human lover.”*

Nocturnal Waltz
Poetry by Rowan Evans
(June 9th, 2024)

Fangs and bat wings,
She was a Gothic dream.
With lips, redder
Than the river Styx.
She was Nyx,
Goddess of the Night.

Her dress, woven from shadows,
Flowed like ink in water,
Each step she took,
A whisper in the darkness,
A promise of secrets untold.

And she was enticing,
Had me in a trance—
Watched her move,
Elegant and slow,
As she eyed everyone in the room.

The air was thick with the scent of jasmine,
A fragrance that clung to her like a ghostly shroud,
Wrapping me in its intoxicating embrace,
Binding me to her, body and soul.

Now, her eyes,
Fixed on me. I couldn’t even move.
In an instant,
She was towering overhead.
I was shaking,
But I was smitten to the core.

She took me by the hand,
And we danced—
As everything faded from view.
It was her and I,
Nobody else in the room.
And we danced—

Her touch, a silken noose,
Binding me in a dangerous embrace.
Her eyes, twin pools of midnight,
Held stories of centuries past,
Of loves lost and battles won.

She was gone,
As quick as she appeared.
She was a Gothic dream.
With lips, redder
Than the river Styx.
She was Nyx,
Goddess of the Night.

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Author’s Note

Velvet & Venom is an exploration of desire wrapped in shadows. It’s a hymn for the dominant, a confessional for the willing, and a celebration of the power, mischief, and seduction that lives in language itself. Read it as you would a secret whispered in the dark—let the rhythm, wordplay, and tension carry you into the cathedral of pleasure and devotion.

Gothic, seductive figure in velvet, surrounded by shadows and smoke, representing dominance and erotic mystery. — *Velvet & Venom: A hymn of dominance, desire, and devotion in Rowan Evans’ Slim & Shady IV.*

Slim & Shady IV: Velvet & Venom
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Velvet fingers curl—smoke around my pulse,
Venom drips, your whispers—sweet, malicious, convulse.
You don’t ask. You take. Command without a sound.
Crown of shadowed silk, my surrender’s found.

Your gaze—velvet, soft, edges sharpened, fine,
Lesson in desire at forbidden line.
Tongues of fire lick my spine, ignite my veins,
Pleasure bleeds in cadence with your dark refrains.

Possessive queen, midnight teeth like thorns,
Every word a lash, every laugh a storm.
I ache for the tilt of your head, the curl of your lip,
A map of domination traced in whispered script.

Velvet & venom—you drape, entwine, bind,
Your shadowed hands paint fevered ink across my mind.
I kneel in your chaos, devout, undone,
Martyr of midnight in the cathedral of your fun.

Pulse. Breath. Gasp.
I am yours. Yours. Yours.
Velvet crush, venom bite,
Twisted dark, jagged light.

Hands, teeth, fire, silk—
I crumble, I coil, I wilt.
Shadowed laugh, hymn, tease,
I melt, I ache, I freeze.

Venom drips, velvet binds, velvet steals,
Every inch, every gasp, every secret feels.
Your dominance hums low—soundless, tight,
Sharp edges, soft sin, twisted delight.

I am tethered, undone, drenched in your command,
Venom and velvet sculpted by your hand.
Twist, turn, catch me where I fall,
Your laughter—a bell, a trap, a call.

I collide in rhythm, echoing your sin,
Velvet & venom—the dark hymn begins.
Breathe me in. Write me down. Let me bleed.
Trace your tongue in rhyme, fulfill the need.

Velvet crush, venom kiss,
Midnight’s grip, dangerous bliss.
Hands claim, teeth tease,
Darkness bends, I freeze.

I am yours. Completely,
Shadowed, bent, entreaty.
Each gasp a beat, each shiver a rhyme,
Twisted devotion, sacred in time.

Venom drips in rhythm with your art,
Each syllable a stroke across my trembling heart.
Velvet crushes, binds, seduces, steals,
Every gasp, every inch, every secret feels.

Your dominance hums in the low vibration of night,
Sharp edges, soft sin, thrill of bite.
Tethered, undone, drenched in your hand,
Velvet & venom—your command, my brand.

Twist, turn, catch me where I fall,
Your laughter—a bell, a trap, a call.
I am colliding in rhythm, echoing your sin,
Velvet & venom—the dark hymn begins.

Breathe me in. Write me down. Let me bleed.
Trace your tongue in rhyme, fulfill the need.
Possessive queen, velvet mistress, wicked flame,
I kneel in devotion, whispering your name.

Velvet & venom. Inked across my skin,
Each gasp, each shiver—a testament to sin.
I am yours, utterly, fully, without retreat,
Hymn of dominance—the beat of your heat.

Devout in shadows, fervent in fire,
A willing vessel for every dark desire.
Velvet & venom, your kingdom, your creed,
I bleed, I burn, I worship, I heed.

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Poetry by Rowan Evans

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