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Sara Kellie Jan 18
Where is it that you find your wonder?
'neath the rainclouds with pitchfork
collecting lightning,
in thunder?
******* is king,
Ecstasy queen.
Phet is my thing
with morning caffeine.
Six days and five nights,
the things that I've seen.
The rabbits and spiders
in the *** noodle canteen.

Where is it that you find your wonder?
'neath the sun with secateurs
collecting the fruits
of agriculture.
Health is king,
love is queen.
In this new life,
sober this spring.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Old ways. New ways
Poetic T Sep 2020
I ******* words
     And *******
    
.     Stanzas..


And my *** face
      Is the ecstacy

Of the pleasurable
        After thought.

Is anyone else hungry...
Poetic T Jun 2020
Delirium taints the every
                     effort to motivate

All was elation, before it faded to
                a collection of false

                                               effigies...

My ecstasy is an overdose,
          and I'm flatlining with

every smile...
C May 2020
The English language knows no accurate
Description
Of feeling
“In love”

Of the creeping smile
When they enter your head;
Of the ecstacy
When they fill your bed.
When you lie together
Skin on skin,
A head on a shoulder
Nestled in.
Of the agony
Of parting ways –
Forever, or sometimes
Only for days.

L – O – V – E
Just one word.

Love for a child:
Love for a god:
Love for a parent:
Pet: Friend:
Love of house:
Love of home:
Love of sun,
Sea, fresh air!
Love for a partner:
Love for a lover;
They certainly bare traits
Of one another…
With a partner we may have
Real love;
Care, concern,
Empathy,
And sometimes we flash
That in-love feel:
Apaixionados.
Empassioned.

Filled –
Brimming,
Warm,
Beaming,
Sexed-up,
Loved-up,
Overflowing

Can we not behold the beauty of
Passion
For what it is?
No pressure for the passion
To deepen into love,
No pressure to make plans
To obey systems we despise,
No next steps,
Heart wrecks
No expect-ations.

Just
that creeping smile
When they enter your head;
And the ecstacy
When they fill your bed.
Poetic T May 2020
Never trust an angel,
            as my demons
knew where there angelic
                               spot was.

And all you heard was,
              oh Jesus, oh Jesus
forgive me for I have …………………..
Faron Hymn Yang Apr 2020
life is a melody, a meandering song, exquisite and jarring, glorious and ruthless. we sit upon its strings, tightropes in a windstorm. better dance whilst you can before we all fall off into eternity.
Capriccio Dec 2019
My Motions are on E Again
No Ecstasy  
Free from Elation
End of Day
Bad Boss Back to Screaming

Loco is his Motion
Mark Oct 2019
I feel it.
Everything.
I feel it.
Deep inside.
I hear the shadows,
And taste the light.
I feel it.
The crushing weight
And the transcendence
Of existence.
My skin, my flesh
Cannot contain this
Velcroed spirit.
I feel it all.
Amanda Esther Oct 2019
In Limerance
Longing lust lingers
A compulsion
Stroking your skin with my fingers
A sensation
As my body wells with more than just emotion
An impulse
Leading to slow soothing motion
I'm helpless
Against your irresistible body
None of it remains untouched
Expect the parts the animal in me wants so much
Soothing turns
Gasping breaths
Breathing and heaving in unison as I hold you in my clutch

Your whispers
Longing desires of the night
Our breath
Heavier by the minute, we can't control try as we might
The intensity
Heightened with rustling clothes and locked lips
Our clothes
Light thuds as they fall to the floor
A soft moan
Letting you know I want more
Your body over me, the most glorious sight
As I gasp for air and sigh loudly with delight
Our movements make the bed creak and crack
Slow thrusts
Arched backs
I feel you throbbing strongly, as you fill me up with a part of you

The sound of us in ecstasy.
This is where we create,
Our own ****** symphony.
A piece written for and dedicated to the love of my life, Steven.
Nigdaw Oct 2019
A little pill
To enhance the night,
Relaxation
At its height,
Lights shining
A little too bright;
Dance crazed
Music is life.
Coming up
On a Mitsubishi,
Living life
In Ecstasy,
Popping no stopping
The party, until…..
Ten years on
I fried my brain,
Dancing still
All night long;
Between the sheets
Home, alone.
Scientists, after experimenting on monkeys, have discovered that Ecstasy can cause Parkinson’s in later life.
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