Infinite Urge

On a cold crisp night,
The kind that stings.
I danced in my head.
For an eternity it seems.
He whispered to me,
"I see your thoughts.
I know your dreams.
You are to me,
what the devil brings."

I knew he sensed
addiction, my sin.
Forbidden fixations.
My skin on his skin
He whispered again,
"I felt you comming,
like the winter wind.
Burning for me,
without an end."

Craving seduction.
Desire consumes.
A raging fire.
Intoxicating fumes.
He whispers to me.
"Lust is your demon.
With passion it blooms.
Release it with me.
In the light of the moon."