I crave the edge

I crave the edge, it stirs my soul,
For in its grasp, I find my role.
No need for words, let actions speak,
In this journey, together we seek.

This edging path, a frenzy it ignites,
A fiery passion that's hard to fight.
It weakens me, it tears me apart,
But in my weakness, I find my start.

The fog of intelligence shrouds my mind,
As I embrace the ignorance, bliss I find.
To be a vessel, an untamed desire,
To fuel the flames of my wild fire.

I long to expose, my body bare,
To dance within the realm of dare.
For in that vulnerability, power resides,
In the shadows, my true self hides.

Docile I become, a willing devotee,
A puppet to the strings, I long to obey.
To be a canvas, for pleasure's delight,
To be the muse, that's used in the night.

In my vulnerability, I find my might,
To be molded and shaped, to their every sight.
Desperate to please, my soul gives in,
A toy in their hands, a surrender begin.

A set of holes, oh the depths I seek,
To be a fleshlight, forever unique.
Submissive I feel, as I kneel in awe,
Worshiping my superiors, their every flaw.

So let us embark, on this edging quest,
To discover desires, beyond what's repressed.
In these passions, we'll find our grace,
For in this journey, our souls embrace.