Edging.

You edge for me.

Your limbs reaching,

fingernails clawing.

I tease you slightly,

as my lips brush along,

along you.

Your eyes covered,

all you see is black, 

and now.

Now there is no turning back.

I watch you with a crooked smile,

and take you on a high mile ride,

twisting and turning,

biting and playing.

I teach you to be a pawn,

in a game of chess,

under the sheets,

where you will never rest.

I hear your pleasure filled moans,

while you scream for release,

little do you know,

I can make you release the beast.

So hold on tight.

You edging for me,

is all I need, 

your limbs reaching,

fingernails scratching.

We soil the sheets,

tossing and turning,

as I made you edge,

edge for me.