As daylight binds us forth…

Captive yet calm,
coalescing cacoëthes — craving carnality, a coveted cure.
Concupiscence,
yet a calming ode to credence —
do my eyes and gut ever yearn for more?

Hellcat, as you —
a hellish hunger,
oh so wonderful, haunting, hanging heat leaving me hazed.
Harrowed in pain —
hell cannot wait
as I wake from our haunt of last night’s break.

Aching arousal with alluring attraction,
infinite — always more.
Adoration,
abysmal adoration,
unshaken — abandon — nevermore.
Anchoring this afterglow,
of the eve in morning light’s slow glow.
Awaken my affinity,
attach my amor —
aflame, awakened, arched and adrift in you.
Absorb me once more.

Night has gone —
nigh is the Baine Hour.
Needing pure nearness of your unholy nectar,
nether and numbness — your quotient, your nebula — own me.
Not nostalgia, but pure notion.
Naked nourishment and neon pulses thrive.

A chemistry,
a closeness,
derived captivation —
craving to be captive,
to be consumed and collapse.
Cursed with compulsion,
forever calling your cinder flame.
The crescendo can wait.
The flame curves fate.

Euphoria — enticing euphoria.
Your enchantment, electric with embrace.
Dark embers eclipse — exhaling fate.
Evoke the darkness once more.
Echo essence and unfold evermore.
This ethereal edge — edging of forevermore.

Of thine calling,
of thy abyss,
of your lips —
of the grand abyss that beckons your lust-drawn hips.

Fate — a fixated, forthcoming fulcrum
bending to my will,
framing my desires.
Dark-laced fever, fervor fracturing the abyss.
Feral flooding love of fire —
forsaken, my fatal fury,
the fathomless forge of Tartarean flames.

Foreverfall.
Surrender.
My name.

CHANCE OF FATE

Crave the close —
clinging, collapsing, cocooned in your cinder.
Captive in cadence,
chemistry curling,
a quiet collision I cannot escape.

Heat hums.
Hunger hushes.
Haunting hands hover — then hold.
Harrowed, hazed, half-whole —
your hush becomes home.

Ache answers ache.
Arousal arcs —
alluring, aflame, adrift.
Adoration aching into abandon,
afterglow anchoring what I cannot undo.

Need nests near.
Nocturne nerves ignite nearness.
Nectar on breath —
nebula numbness,
a night where nothing exists but us.

Curves calling collapse.
Compulsion consuming the calm.
Crescendo contained —
craving captivity,
cinder becoming crown.

Embers echo.
Euphoria entwines the edge.
Enchantment eclipses restraint —
exhale into eternity,
ethereal, endless, enough.

Fever follows feeling.
Feral fascination floods the frame.
Fate flickers —
a flame refusing forgetfulness.

Abyss answers attraction.
Amor awakens the ache again.
Aflame, arched, absorbed —
all of me answering you.

Tension trembles.
Touch turns time tender.
The threshold thins —
two becoming tremor.

Eclipse —
everything else erased.
Evermore etched
in the echo between our breaths.

By: Magus Arcana Michael Anthony

As daylight binds us forth…

Captive yet calm,
coalescing cacoëthes — craving carnality, a coveted cure.
Concupiscence,
yet a calming ode to credence —
do my eyes and gut ever yearn for more?

Hellcat, as you —
a hellish hunger,
oh so wonderful, haunting, hanging heat leaving me hazed.
Harrowed in pain —
hell cannot wait
as I wake from our haunt of last night’s break.

Aching arousal with alluring attraction,
infinite — always more.
Adoration,
abysmal adoration,
unshaken — abandon — nevermore.
Anchoring this afterglow,
of the eve in morning light’s slow glow.
Awaken my affinity,
attach my amor —
aflame, awakened, arched and adrift in you.
Absorb me once more.

Night has gone —
nigh is the Baine Hour.
Needing pure nearness of your unholy nectar,
nether and numbness — your quotient, your nebula — own me.
Not nostalgia, but pure notion.
Naked nourishment and neon pulses thrive.

A chemistry,
a closeness,
derived captivation —
craving to be captive,
to be consumed and collapse.
Cursed with compulsion,
forever calling your cinder flame.
The crescendo can wait.
The flame curves fate.

Euphoria — enticing euphoria.
Your enchantment, electric with embrace.
Dark embers eclipse — exhaling fate.
Evoke the darkness once more.
Echo essence and unfold evermore.
This ethereal edge — edging of forevermore.

Of thine calling,
of thy abyss,
of your lips —
of the grand abyss that beckons your lust-drawn hips.

Fate — a fixated, forthcoming fulcrum
bending to my will,
framing my desires.
Dark-laced fever, fervor fracturing the abyss.
Feral flooding love of fire —
forsaken, my fatal fury,
the fathomless forge of Tartarean flames.

Foreverfall.
Surrender.
My name.

CHANCE OF FATE

Crave the close —
clinging, collapsing, cocooned in your cinder.
Captive in cadence,
chemistry curling,
a quiet collision I cannot escape.

Heat hums.
Hunger hushes.
Haunting hands hover — then hold.
Harrowed, hazed, half-whole —
your hush becomes home.

Ache answers ache.
Arousal arcs —
alluring, aflame, adrift.
Adoration aching into abandon,
afterglow anchoring what I cannot undo.

Need nests near.
Nocturne nerves ignite nearness.
Nectar on breath —
nebula numbness,
a night where nothing exists but us.

Curves calling collapse.
Compulsion consuming the calm.
Crescendo contained —
craving captivity,
cinder becoming crown.

Embers echo.
Euphoria entwines the edge.
Enchantment eclipses restraint —
exhale into eternity,
ethereal, endless, enough.

Fever follows feeling.
Feral fascination floods the frame.
Fate flickers —
a flame refusing forgetfulness.

Abyss answers attraction.
Amor awakens the ache again.
Aflame, arched, absorbed —
all of me answering you.

Tension trembles.
Touch turns time tender.
The threshold thins —
two becoming tremor.

Eclipse —
everything else erased.
Evermore etched
in the echo between our breaths.

By: Magus Arcana Michael Anthony