Weekend Edging

In the twilight's grasp, we begin anew,
As the weekend unfolds, let's discuss what's true.
Amidst countless choices, our hearts may sway,
But is there one greater than passion's display?

You, who seldom ponders, it's alright,
For your purpose lies in pleasure's delight.
To tease and to crave, to linger in desire,
To revel in edging, fueling the fire.

Stranger am I, our paths shan't entwine,
Yet you feel compelled by obedience divine.
To yield to an unknown voice, a virtual plea,
To edge and drool, surrendering willingly.

How pathetic, one may say, how feeble and resigned,
Yet in this frail embrace, untold bliss we find.
It's in the neediness, in desperation's plea,
That the intoxication of submission sets souls free.

A task awaits you, simple as can be,
A deed to fulfill, for even you can see.
Be the catalyst of pleasure that someone may reap,
For good girls don't climax, they give and they keep.

Let your body, your voice, your essence be,
A work of art, a vessel for others to see.
Objectify yourself, embrace your purpose divine,
For nothing surpasses the bliss of fulfillment so fine.

Embrace your inner temptress, this weekend's decree,
Indulge in the depths of your sensuality.
For you've earned it, dear, with every desire and crave,
Through your exquisite nature, let your truest self pave.