Velvet & Venom
Where desire grows thorns. Poetry of dark romance, temptation, obsession, intimacy, dangerous devotion, and the beautiful things we know better than to touch.
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At five in the morning, desire whispers a familiar name even while every scar remembers exactly why wanting is not the same as safety.
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Softness was never the same as harmlessness; roses have thorns, pretty things have teeth, and survival taught her how to use both.
Between Bruises & Blooms 