Whisper Gauge

Where whispers touch and secrets start to gleam, A story told in silver's private dream. The Angel's gauge, a truth held close and low, A shared experience, a gentle, knowing flow. For those who dare, where courage takes its flight, The Prince's ladder, bathed in softest light. Each rung a tremor, a metallic kiss, An intimate art, a thrilling, whispered bliss. And looking forward, to a future bright, Where gems will pulse with pleasure and with light. By twenty-five, a jewel for every breast, Small, vibrant things, exquisitely dressed. Imagine shimmer, cool against the skin, A tactile heart, where subtle thrills begin. A tiny hum, a secret, deep delight, Blending the beautiful with sensing might. No longer just adornment, cold and still, But interactive wonder, bending to our will. A revolution whispered, sleek and bold, Where artistry and future are unrolled. Through love's embrace, beneath a butterfly's soft wing, With newborn's sighs and joyful songs they sing. Blue lemonade, a sweet and regal taste, And tender kisses, lovingly embraced. So let the metal speak, a language all our own, From intimate whispers to a future yet unknown. Where touch and technology intertwine as one, And love's bright journey has forever just begun.