Hiker standing on the edge of a cliff with mist swirling around.

The Edge

The Edge
To the brink, where pleasure swells,
A dance of breath, where passion dwells.
Teasing whispers, fingers glide,
A tantalizing game, where fantasies hide.

Suspended in the heat of yearning,
Each pulse, each throb, a fire burning.
Control entwines, a silken thread,
In this sweet torment, all else is shed.

Sensitivity ignites the skin,
A gentle wave, where desires spin.
A teasing pause, a lingering sigh,
In the space of longing, hearts amplify.

To push the limits, to taste the edge,
Endurance wrapped in a sultry pledge.
When release bursts forth, an explosive delight,
Drowning in ecstasy, shaking in peace.

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