The devil I want within me

Oh, the devil I want within me
Mephistopheles
It's a good thing I'm not into religiosity
Too pious and faux pure for me
Give me a devil any day to spark my play
Make a sensual delight
Divinity
Harrying me deep in the night
Commanding me
Yes, you know I'm drenched for you
Honey soaking everywhere
Slick down my thighs
Across the sheets
Look there
In your hair
Get enough to eat?
I'm wrung out
By now
You'd think I'd be dry
But no oh no
Master of your craft
Drip drip drip drip
Awash we are
You delight in driving
Another cry
Not some mere sigh
Through my swollen, kiss-bruised lips
Betwixt my panting, labored breaths
I'm making unearthly noises
I begin to fully comprehend the folly of Faustus
Because I can feel your grasp on me tightening
I can't escape
(do I really aspire to any longer? Further, and here's the rub: did I ever?)
Perhaps, I needed you to acquire me
At least for a time
I'm too evanescent a creature to remain for long
Ah, I love thee well
Thou art dear unto my heart
And art
And all those other parts
You cause to quicken with unholy warmth
Lord Devil.