Just sit here with me on this ledge. 
Don’t get too close to the edge.
You’ll slip and crash into infatuation. 
Just sit here, let your feet dangle on the verge of temptation.  

It’s freeing; alluring winds
breathing warmth back into your soul, little by little. 
Don’t get too close to the edge.
You might stumble.
Collapse into addiction; hooked by the sample. 
Becoming intoxicated off my presence.
Savoring every drop of my essence. 

Just sit here on this ledge with me.
Perched on the peak of ecstasy.

- R. Short