And this is equisite agony My lips twitch longingly As I drift to moment's past Recalling softly stolen fragments As eyes become hazy My mind trips into ecstatic territory Gleaming with a hunger Soon to be fullfilled Touch,taste and smell seem vivid Yet it's still all a psyche mirage So I must excersize extreme patience While longing for another encounter Even in these twilight hours My skin drips electric energy Pulsating on the instant Inching ever closer When all these permeating thoughts Recieve substance This current of frenzy Does not simply lay on the physical plane I feel it deeper than anything I've ever known Thirsty for gallons of knowledge Pausing for a moment to catch my breathe Spirals of light whizz past the clouds In baritone vibrations I can sense acceptance Equally doled out portions The origin of this hectic ecstasy
Yes, sensual, emotional and spiritual... an erotic dreamscape opens up more & more with each revisiting glance. The mixing passions blend, sweeping attention into currents of feeling and perception. A wonderful title speaks volumes, while the readers efforts to grasp the message seed night journeys.
yes, your title is very captivating and your use of beautiful words is amazing as well. nice poem. I'll look for more of yours on here. --luv mj
