Asmodeus visits in the night
Whispers in my ear
The cravings deep inside
Grow with his words
A warmth deep inside flourishes as the sun sets

It grows and spreads
The farther it goes
The more I want satisfaction
To be held roughly
To be a pleasure object
Asmodeus whispers become a feeling...Lust

Lustful thoughts
Need, no, want
To be pinned
Tied and Felt up
With his lust, I just want to be the good girl

While his whispers happen
Hands wander
Clothes become something unbearable
And no matter how close
It isn't close enough
What was just whispers is louder now

He talking now
Guiding, gently, softly
Expressing wants that are becoming needs
Needing and wanting to become a blurry line
Pleasure at the words leaving his mouth

Lost in his words now
Lost in the moment
So close, so close for both
Wanting to close at the same time
Holding on with every fiber

Every fiber holding on
Until its impossible and you feel it
That ecstasy and thrill
That feeling you feel through your whole body
Muscles tensed up and out of breath...his voice has quieted...for now