More Rhymes To Edge By

Reciting rhymes while being in quite a state of distraction
Is just the sort of thing that gives my owner satisfaction
He likes the contrast between erotic stimulation
And the mental effort needed for decent elocution
Between my legs, a camera – beside my mouth, a mic
I read as I get ready for the coming spike
The jab I will feel shortly, once this verse is done
For that's when I'll be pausing for Edge #1

My owner likes the contrast, when I back off from that peak
How it takes a second before I can really speak
He likes to hear to the way I struggle to switch gears
He imagines me among my highly educated peers
As he listens to his lines and the touching of his toy
Commands followed with conviction by a girl for her boy
As I pinch my wet pussy, I know just what to do
When I eventually arrive at Edge #2

Each time I hit that spot, things just get more tense
Each edge takes more effort, which makes sense
My owner thinks the combination of such a chirpy sort of rhyme
In a sort of duet with desperation is something sublime
My voice so warm and welcoming while I feel my center seethe
As my heart rate hastens and I'm remembering to breathe
I know just what's coming – and it won't be me
As it's now time for Edge #3

About now I may wonder, has this gone on long enough?
As I start to stutter and I'm feeling a bit rough
It's not that I'm too desperate to deny myself again
I'd happily hang on to 8 or 9 or 10
It's just that words don't always come out right
When from my thorax to my thighs, things are kind of tight
But now, dear viewers, it's time for more
As now I vow to visit Edge #4

Now I'd like to take a moment, from down here in the south
To thank the man who puts these words into my mouth
Who gives me the instructions that I so love to obey
If I had the time, I'd do it every day
Make him another movie, using what he wrote
As I try to speak with clarity, and relax my throat
You can try it, too – why not take a dive?
In the meantime it's the moment for Edge #5

In a weaker moment, I wonder where I am
Reading poems for not coming, into a mic and webcam
I don't even profit from what I put my pussy through
No compensation for my cunt doing what he says to do
Which is of course the way it should be – I submit my submission
And given I'm still here in this vulnerable position
We'll take one more climb up to give a man his kicks
Because now it must be time to reach for Edge #6

Eventually if I keep going, I'll become a mess
It can be hard to be so good, I might cry from all the stress
But there are rules that require a certain decorum
The possibilities proscribed, in this fetishistic forum
A good toy does not whimper, she does not shed tears
As she recites her recitations, and the stanza's end nears
Though we could certainly continue way past Edge 11
I shall sign off now, after Edge #7