The Night Whisperer comes, brought on by desire
of a will so strong, and a soul full of fire
you open your window and let him in
driven by a need deep within
to conquer love on passion's nightspin
to resist this pull of such magnitude
is a feat a mere girl's heart can't exude
such  wisdom, it seems her to elude

His urgent call beckons, as his sultry wind
wisps along the whole of your mortal skin
softly kissing hot trails along
your smooth womanly shoulders
his unseen touch intangled, streaming
through soft, silky strands of hair
The Night Whisperer calls close to your ear
Close your eyes, dear girl, for you will not see
the hands that caress you so skillfully
or the fiery kiss from lips of dark night
from the raging passion that devours you
under the silvery moonlight

His powerful magnetism pulls you along  a trail
of uncontrollable desire and need
as upon your young, tender body, he feeds
bathing you on warm bursts of his air
between your trembling thighs
his tidalwave you bear
lifted on his bed of spiral winds,
Then Night Whisperer spins
raising you to an aerial high
filling you with his tempest bow
you exhale his name on your climatic cry
Quivering in his galewind afterglow

Lay silent, dear girl, as the night passes by
for you will hear the  Night Whisperer's cry
and pretend you don't feel his essence
but your body wears the evidence
of The Night Whisperer's presence.