Past The Edge Poem by James McLain

Both girls thought that the third one knew.
That either one of those things could not be continued.
Desire it is hard.
Within each other hot swings.
Suffering at the edge, and is that carelessly falling?
In utter silence the girls see in each other folds.
The third one of them who shouts out you knew,
struggled it includes and continues.
Rather than be black mailed by the tender mouth reaching.
Her eyesight grew sore,
and physical characteristics feeling drove them past the edge.