Black Sugar Fever

The night falls in like a closing sin,

He steps inside with a fevered grin.

Cigarette ash on a hungry smile—

A wicked charm I crave a while.

His fingers tilt my jaw with grace,

A velvet spell across my face.

He whispers low, “Baby, lose control,”

And I let the shadows take my soul.

Black sugar fever, take me home,

Pour your darkness through my bones.

Your touch consumes—slow, divine,

A wicked ache that feels like mine.

Break me softly, bite me true—

I’m fever-born and burning you.

The gramophone weeps a frantic sway,

He pulls me close where embers play.

His lips command with molten clay,

My heartbeat rises into flame.

He maps my skin with reverent sin,

A worship felt from deep within.

I gasp, I shiver, I come undone—

A willing captive overcome.

Silk and whiskey blur the line,

Pleasure, danger intertwined.

I know the risk of where we go—

But God, I crave the afterglow.

Black sugar fever, take me home,

Pour your darkness through my bones.

Your touch consumes—slow, divine,

A wicked ache that feels like mine.

Break me softly, bite me true—

I’m fever-born and burning you.

Neon flickers like dying stars,

His shadow dances over scars.

He binds my wrists with velvet chains—

A ritual where longing reigns.

His heartbeat drums a sinful hymn,

A choir built of want and skin.

I lose myself beneath his breath—

Alive, electric, near to death.

He murmurs, “Stay—don’t run tonight,”

And in his darkness, I find light.

Black sugar fever, drown me slow,

Take me where the wild things go.

If lust is madness, let it be—

In your dark, I finally see.

When morning breaks with silver knives,

He slips away from tangled lives.

Yet on my lips, a ghost remains—

The sweetest taste of whispered flames.

I close my eyes…

I beg for more.