Velvet Wings Around a Rose
Seduction of the Bats
for the ones who fly by night
They circle dreams in velvet flight,
with wings that whisper through the night.
Nocturnal priests in shadow’s lace,
they trace desire across my face.
Their bodies hum with sacred heat,
a rhythm pulsing, dark, discreet.
They echo through my aching chest,
where hunger builds and won’t let rest.
I offer skin, I offer breath—
they drink me down, defying death.
Each kiss a wound, each touch a spell,
each moan a place where silence fell.
They hang in me like holy sin,
wrapped tight in longing, soft as skin.
I beg the dusk to let them stay—
to feed, to haunt, to slip away.
So let them bite, let them consume,
these bats who bloom in midnight’s womb.
I’ll be their cave, their whispered call—
the one who aches, who gives it all.
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11 responses to “Whispers in Wing”
This reads like a mirror. I love the shadow and longing. To be written into your night-flight is haunting and deeply moving, Jason. I’ll carry it with me. —Bat🦇🌙
The Bat, I’ve Always Been Intrigued By
When My World Sleeps
Most flinch at its shadow,
but I see silk in your flight—
a hush sewn into dusk,
majestic, understood.
You rise when my world sleeps,
slipping through silence
like a secret too sacred to speak.
Our hours never touch.
We pass in dreamlight—
no glance, but beat—
only the ache
of what cannot be.
Bat, thank you.
For seeing my work—
as wondrous as you are.
You are my quiet inspiration,
winged muse of the dusk.
Knowing our hours never touch—
that you rise as I rest—
is its own kind of delight,
a morning gift wrapped in mystery.
Jason, to be your muse in the quiet hours feels like its own dusk-born magic. Thank you for gifting me this. With love, Bat🦇🌹
Sometimes expressions are the hardest ones to display when there’s boundaries. Limits to what will never be. Respectfully, -Jason
Thank you, Jason. I really appreciate your honesty, and the care you show in honoring boundaries. It is admirable and meaningful. đź–¤
This was just a week ago. I’m not understanding. Where did our friend ship go south.
Thank you, Jason. I hear the heart you put into your words, and I respect the way you frame your poetry as art. I’ll always value your creativity and honesty. 🖤
Then where did you go?