Inque

Black latex wraps the form in liquid shadow, sleek and cold as rain, Reflecting back a captive light that promises sweet pain. Midnight blues stain edges where the slick material lies, A potent, sculpted mystery beneath cool winter skies. Sleekness catches every gleam from moisture on the ground, Where primal, hidden yearning makes its low and steady sound. Through polished obsidian tones, your captivating gaze is found, A silent, burning promise in this darkness all around.