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

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.

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