violet violence

the heat of the alley, midnight burns, Leather and smoke with every turn. She wore red lips like a loaded gun, And he was the shadow that made hearts run. Gold on his neck, sin in his eyes, He whispered death with velvet lies. She danced on danger, heels so high, Wrapped in silk, and reasons to die. "Call me queen," she purred so low, "While your rivals fall, one by one, slow." He kissed her wrist where her blade did hide, Two gangsters lost in lust and pride. Cigars lit like streetlight flame, Pleasure and power became their game. Bodies met in bullet heat, Love on rooftops, fast and sweet. No mercy, no law, just moans and