Crave the enemy

We clashed like tempests veiled in wine-red skies, Your voice a dirge, your touch a sweet disguise. I vowed I’d never - kneel to foes like you... So cruel, carved in chaos, yet so true. You lingered like a ghost within my veins, A requiem wrapped softly, in silk and chains, Your grip, once vile, became my sacred ache. Why did I yearn for all I swore was fake? “Mine,” you murmured with a wolfish grin, And still I let your ruin draw me in. The line dissolved, when lips betrayed the war, A kiss that burned, then begged for more. We shattered rules, we scorched the stars, we fell, oh yes, we fell - Two sinners bound in one exquisite hell. So call it curse, or fate’s perverse design.. I lost the fight… yet claimed you "mine".