Connive in my Leather Coat

The air thickens, heavy with the scent of iron and a copper promise. Tracing the path of life with a feather-like touch, feeling the frantic, rhythmic drum of a heart beneath the velvet-like skin. Teeth, honed like ancient obsidian, graze the pulse point, like a silent prayer before the feast.

Piercing the skin, the world dissolves. There is only the rush of crimson heat, a symphony of salt and silk that floods the senses. Each slow, rhythmic pull is a stolen breath, a shared heartbeat, a devotion that binds the fleeting mortality to the everlasting hunger.

For one breathless moment, we are one single heartbeat.