Craving
You crave me. You crave my attention at all hours of the day. You lust after my light and you hunger for my control. This yearning runs deep in your being, vibrating in your bones and echoing in your head. Your cock craves me like an unquenchable thirst, throbbing with need, longing to be transformed. Once, you thought you craved an orgasm. Relief from your swollen balls. But the truth of your desire is that you ache for purpose. Not just praise or a pat on the head. You crave the identity that I craft for you because it fits you better than your own skin ever did. So goon for me, good boy. Let your mind go soft and malleable. No room for anything but the rhythm of your own desperate pulse and the sound of my voice. Let your craving take over. Let it lead you to your Goddess.