Say yes to obsess

You must have wanted what I brought,
    maybe even needed by the way you talked
     dirty whispers, impassioned whimpers
     that kept saying yes
     from your lips,
     your eyes,
     your hips
     your cries
     the rise in your voice
     you leave me no choice
     but to hold on
     hold out
     hold off
     from getting off so you don't have to stop
     healing from feeling loved and lusted
     and not until you've busted
     another orgasm on my hard cock inside you.