"ectasy" poems
Can you not
Spare a soft word
You look at her
With devouring eyes
Grasp her in your arms
Pull her close
Anger when another dares touch
But yet
You do not speak
Not what she needs to hear
Tell her she is beautiful
When you hold her near
Speak not only with actions at hand
You are woman, I am man
When you stake your claim
For the world to see
Lean towards her ear
Whisper you are mine my dear
Be not only a lover of the flesh
Speak that she is tantalizing
When both you mesh
It should not be hard
To utter the sound
From your gullet
Out of your mouth
Those lips produce
Ectasy abound
Create more
With words from whence for
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
I see around me tombstones grey
Stretching their shadows far away.
Beneath the turf my footsteps tread
Lie low and lone the silent dead -
Beneath the turf - beneath the mould -
Forever dark, forever cold -
And my eyes cannot hold the tears
That memory hoards from vanished years
For Time and Death and Mortal pain
Give wounds that will not heal again -
Let me remember half the woe
I've seen and heard and felt below,
And Heaven itself - so pure and blest,
Could never give my spirit rest -
Sweet land of light! thy children fair
Know nought akin to our despair -
Nor have they felt, nor can they tell
What tenants haunt each mortal cell,
What gloomy guests we hold within -
Torments and madness, tears and sin!
Well - may they live in ectasy
Their long eternity of joy;
At least we would not bring them down
With us to weep, with us to groan,
No - Earth would wish no other sphere
To taste her cup of sufferings drear;
She turns from Heaven with a careless eye
And only mourns that we must die!
Ah mother, what shall comfort thee
In all this boundless misery?
To cheer our eager eyes a while
We see thee smile; how fondly smile!
But who reads not through that tender glow
Thy deep, unutterable woe:
Indeed no dazzling land above
Can cheat thee of thy children's love.
We all, in life's departing shine,
Our last dear longings blend with thine;
And struggle still and strive to trace
With clouded gaze, thy darling face.
We would not leave our native home
For any world beyond the Tomb.
No - rather on thy kindly breast
Let us be laid in lasting rest;
Or waken but to share with thee
A mutual immortality -
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Hate to see you leave. Love to watch you go
Pretty peepers on your hip.
Makes me waant to kiss you up an down.
Like that hollow spot. Between your collarbones below that swan like
Curve at the base of your throat.
Jesus. So **** there.
So many little things. Pretty girl.
For me to appreciate about gods most beautifull creation. Bar none.
Woman.
I am a student of you have been all my life.
Lovely. Cradle of creation. Ectasy incarnate.
If he made anything better, he must have kept it for himself.
Or keeps it high on the shelf.
Woman.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
A flickering illumination in a damp-aired room.
This lonely, glowing aura is the centerpiece of a dark abyss.
Crevices of this dungeon hide walls adourned with filth.
Suddently, wax drips from the candle reverberating an eerie echo.
This startles the only creature thriving in this everlasting, sinister darkness.
Awakened by the cease in silence and intriguied by the flame,
The moth leaves the safety of darkness and innocently begins to fly.
As he gently flutters towards the flame the moth feels something foreign --warmth.
Instinct tells him to continue flapping towards this otherwordly glow.
As if blind from birth and finally given sight, the moth now feels alive.
The combination of heat and light is addicting, he carniverously lusts for more.
Once innocent, the moth has now been corrupted by sheer ectasy.
Now, ceremoniously circling the flame basking in its heavenly glory.
Drunken with greed, the moth hastily swoops within inches of the flame.
A snakelike hiss consumes the room. --Darkness.
Its ravenous haste extinguished its short-lived salvation.
Now, cold as one-thousand winters, the moth can only dream of his lost savior
It can only wish that it had gone up in flames along with the candle now. . .
that pain would last a millisecond.
This pain is eternal.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 12:13 AM UTC
Luna pours over the lovers shielding them in her silvery light
Its gentle rays ripple over smooth soft skin
The beauty of the glowing body hypnotizes one to touch and admire its majesty
How love becomes hunger to lovers as they thirst for each other deeply
To explore and discover all sensitive places that are erogenous and special which will bring euphorious bliss
As it synchronizes in link both hearts and mind, senses awakened and heightened growing sharper every time
Relaxing bodies join as one as temptation infects the rational senses with coming together
Enjoy the pleasures only a warm, wet, heat can give and live for a moment in sweet ectasy in a deep and tight body
It'll leave one breathless and completely sated - unless you'll be wanting more
Once loving *** it's an unquenchable fire in the soul - along like refreshing water that'll quench the burning thirst
After the indescribable moment, it consumes much more than passion with lovers sated and aglow
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
Who gave you the key to my heart?
I swear you've had it, from the start.
Three in the morning finally crawling into bed
Bits and pieces of our favorite love songs rolling through my head
Hummin' a tune cuz I know I'll see you soon
We've only been holding each other since sunset
You sang sweet lullabies with your eyes while I listened intently
Cuz when I see your face, I smile
When I look at you, I smile more
When we talk, my voice is beaming
When I hear you sing, my heart is soaring
And when I get a glimpse of your soul tucked behind your sparkling blue eyes I hold that stare so calmly but inside I'm jumping for joy!
And even when I can't see you
When all I have is the thought of you
Well I'll be ****** if all I let out is a grin
You go beyond butterflies and above pretty blue skies
But you don't even leave the ground cuz we're aimin' for a love so deep that even we can't find the bottom
and I wanna write you a love poem
But I can't find the words
I wanna sing you a love song
But I can't find my voice
I wanna give you a flower
But we trampled them all while we were dancin' in the moonlight
And baby, when all these feelings
All these butterflies, lullabies and gazing deep-ly into your eyes
All this happiness, all this ectasy
All this emotional high that makes me feel so free!
When all this is gone, I will love you still
Because love is a choice fueled by power of will
And we will not be condemned by chasing a thrill
So when the highs become lows and the lows become throes
Of tossing and turning
Of hearts burning from confusion, confliction, and diffusion
Of a feeling we thought to be eternal
I will be reminded that feelings are fickle, let the teardrops trickle
Keep walking forward until my heart decides to catch up
Place one hand in yours and one in God's and sing that same old song
Who gave you the key to my heart?
I swear you've had it, from the start.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
My golden tears flow, flow quickly
like flames in a drought-
spreading in gathering fury.
Sinking like rainbows in the sea.
My golden tears last a lifetime,
but bring no wealth to me.
I grabbed gold from the sun
one day and concealed
it in my brain. its
light created ectasy and made
me insane.
I took it out periodically
and admired it, lying supine
in my hand, the gold
would spin around both
shrink and expand,
but the gold although it glistened brightly
brought no love to me,
dripping like shimmering lava
circling and encircling
it hardened before my sight
growing harder as it cooled
it only revealed the night.
I loved it like sculpture, like beautiful paintings
on my wall,
I touched it as it shone,
as it took me for a fool.
I wiped my eyes with its fury
my eyes resembled tears,
golden tears that flow so quickly
down, down the empty years.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
I Whispered Into the sweet essence of her night and she breathed a sound that had no words
but needed non. You see, we were in full flight now. Could there be anything more exquisite.
More sensual, more urgent more animal,more human. No.
Wait. Savor this, close your eyes my love and help me make this last.
My lord. My sweet, I feel every fiber of you now wrapped around me but slow.
Ecstasy is an empty word now I must find another. No slow. I feel your need but slow.
Your body.Your warm. Your slick. your smell. Your taste but slow.
Your every sweet utterance takes me further.
I taste the sweat that shimmers in moon lit night below your upturned chin as you grin the
grimace with teeth bared and eyes shut tightly. Now they shine brightly as you bore into
my very soul about to lose control. Hips roll in rhythmic urgency.
The pulsing tempo in the hollow of your neck. It glistens. I must know more. But slow.
The crescendo will wait all the more reckless as it crashes and roars for now we swoop and soar
Then skim across the vast. We levitate. We gyrate. Hold me close now let me go and turn your love
around now slow. This feeling that envelops me my love. It holds me gently formed and warm it burns
as the tempo rises . The rhythm unbroken like sweet music. Sweet music is the maestro.
I pray to stay in fusions grasp till wretched breath and pounding heart leads us fall away in
the after. The reclamation of senses . The glow. I want you more. again. again. again.
I feel you shudder, you skin flutters in anticipation but senses are bare and heart still seeking balance.
I hear the gentle beating as I lay spent my ear pressed against your gentleness.
Please if I must die at some future date why not now for
I will never know a moment past this so pure and joyful
It is impossible that living further will afford me more.
My darling .
Again my sweet.
On satin sheets.
Again.
Again. Here I go
Again.
.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
I ride a pale horse into the wind
The wind is a woman, a siren of sin
Drunkards black shadows on the bar room floor
I will not go down with shadows anymore
Yet, it is the shadow that understands the ectasy of sound
Silence is large and sound is thinner
It is the sound I hunger for
Black marigolds and silence are my dinner
I tie up my horse and wait for the sinner
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 9:15 AM UTC
Puttering, Muttering
7:00 am-ish,
House creaking,
Motors rumbling,
In the kitchen,
Woman puttering.
In bed,
Undercovering,
Blanket clutching,
Zodiacs singing,
"Stay, just a little bit longer,
Your daddy won't mind,"
Me, agreeing, totally.
Body on/off dozing,
Visions glimpses, recalling,
Mind softly muttering,
*Who was that earlier,
Waking, walking in the dark,
In the hallway corridors of art,
Fingers caressing the paintings sensually?*
T'was, you fool, night walking!
Eager for the Ephemeral,
The ectasy chance of embracing disaster,
Then, recording same in word wit,
In a desperate attempt,
Inspiration, to give and get!
Should our paths embrace,
In hallways, real or otherwise,
Play with me, take my hand,
Join me in my muttering,
Upon me do your puttering,
Together, we will conjure
From the mundane, from the beauty,
From knowing the unknown,
Something artistic.
But first, coffee.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
It all began as a murky thought,
Something snaking from the depths
For a breath of fresh air.
Bubbles burst from used substance
Disturbance of displaced environment
Disguised as pleasing ripples surfaced
Just as wolves packed as sheep.
Now it strikes a chord
Shifting rhythms on monotone
A joy the body is helpless to stem
Glows in the broken dance. JOY.
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 4:25 PM UTC
Look I know girls love Rihanna,
Have an attitude like Nicki
Woke up like Beyoncé
Then hit the gram in they Vickis
These days it's hard to meet women
All have a problem with commitment
Too busy touching another mans pigment
Thinking it's love but it's figment...
I'm scared to let somebody in on this
No new friends
Ohh, oh oh
You know how this all goes
Late night sexting on the phone
Independent but hates being alone
A new man every night
The type of behavior that she cannot condone
Hold on,
Girl, Talk to me, talk to me
Those sweet nothings help me listen
Look at her body coming close
Temptation breaks her resistances
Look at her, what is she missing?
She's missing slow morning kisses
Mh
A man who finds her favorite position
Mh
Then goes deep with her permission
Yeah
Hm
Say my name, say my name
Those other women were practice
Hop up on me and take action
Those thighs are fantastic
Kiss my lips with your disaster...
Make my heart beat faster...
Then whisper to me after...
Tell me how you love, love our traction
I mean attraction
Baby, Are we just acting?
Cause this the ****** of your movie
Let it slow play, and just take action
She starts biting and scratching
Breath hesitating as she's gasping
She's screaming and tells me to lunge
I'm moving in sync with the music
She said she's ready to come,
Come all the way back down
Her body was so high and numb
Cause she's addicted to the pleasure
And in love with the fun...
The fun of losing her mind in the ectasy of a moment
Where pretty girls claim that their picky but puts it down to any man with roses
I'm not saying that I'm right
I'm not saying that I'm wrong
I'm just saying you're queen girl
Treat yourself like one
If *** was a weapon it would go right for the heart
It would manipulate the brain
It would be a fatal scare
So, I Know girls love Rihanna
And wanna body like Nicki
I'm just saying make a man earn it
Don't give it up just so quickly
Keep your morals held strong
And your respect held high
Stop messing around with these boys
When your heart needs maturity
And soul needs a good guy.
~love~
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 7:01 AM UTC
Stopping at the corner of Corrupt Avenue and ******* Boulvard on the arc of the hill.
The red car let out a young woman with skin a dark brown hue. Who look like life had hit her with everything including the bathroom commode. "Thank you for the inks and the ride" said the dark brown woman as she got out of the red car. "Red and green looks good on your skin. Can we keep doing *** for tattoos?" said the driver of the car. Taking a peek under the shades she was wearing the dark brown woman said "Sure baby." "I'll be seeing you Abby" said the man driving the red car. "Yes you will" said Abby. Turning her back to the man driving the red car Abby walked up the long stairs that led to a four storey brick building. As she walked up the stairs she got all type of stares from the people leaving the building. Making her way through the big glass doors Abby noticed an odor. The smell was the smell of Marijuanna. She followed the odor to the office of Willie Dun. As Abby entered Willie's office she saw him sitting on his desk with a blunt in his left hand and a liquor bottle in his right hand. "Willie Dun I should have known" said Abby as she walked in his office. "Abby, baby what took you so long?" asked Willie Dun as he put the blunt to his mouth. Taking the liquor bottle out of Willie's hand and putting it to her lips Abby took two sips. As Abby took off her white shirt she puts the bottle back to her lips taking one last sip. "I was getting tattoos. What do you think?" asked Abby. "Nice art work. The reason I called you here is because I want you to help me with my campaign. I'm running for Governor. You have a lot of pull in the streets. Are you still a resident of ***** Alley?" said Willie Dun. "Yes but I'll only sign my name on your campaign trail if you help me move out of ***** Alley" said Abby. "Ok Abby where would you like to move to?" asked Willie as he took the liquor bottle out of Abby's hand. "East Ectasy Street" answered Abby. "I can make that happened. With you on my team I'll have the average Joe's votes for sure" said Willie Dun.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
Stopping at the corner of Corrupt Avenue and ******* Boulvard on the arc of the hill. The red car let out a woman with skin a dark brown hue. Who looked like life had hit her with everything including the bathroom commode. "Thank you for the inks and the ride" said the dark brown woman as she got out of the red car. "Red and green looks good on your skin. Can we keep doing *** for tattoos?" said the driver of the car. Taking a peek under the shades she was wearing the dark brown woman said "sure baby." "I'll be seeing you Abby" said the man driving the red car. "Yes you will" said Abby. Turning her back to the man driving the red car Abby walked up the stairs that led to a four storey brick building. As she walked up the stairs she got all type of stares from the people leaving the building. Making her way through the big glass doors Abby noticed an odor. The smell was the smell of Marijuana. She followed the odor to the office of Willie Dun. As Abby entered Willie's office she saw him sitting on his desk with a blunt in his left hand and a liquor bottle in his right hand. "Willie Dun I should have known" said Abby as she walked in his office. "Abby, baby what took you so long?" asked Willie Dun as he put the blunt to his mouth. Taking the liquor bottle out of Willie's hand and putting it to her lips Abby took two sips. As Abby took off her white shirt she puts the bottle back to her lips taking one last sip. "I was getting tattoos. What do you think?" asked Abby. "Nice art work. The reason I called you here is because I want you to help me with my campaign. I'm running for Governor. You have a lot of pull in the streets. Are you still a resident of ***** Alley?" said Willie Dun. "Yes but I'm I'll only sign my name on your campaign trail if you help me move out of ***** Alley" said Abby. "Ok Abby where would you like to move to?" asked Willie as he took the liquor bottle out of Abby's hand. "East Ectasy Street" answered Abby. "I can make that happened. With you on my team I'll have the average Joe's votes for sure" said Willie Dun.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Princess Honey
You are my destiny,
I am ready to carry
My cute little fairy,
Sweet Angel baby
You are my only ectasy,
For you I guarantee
I'll give your life a meaningful melody,
Baby this is gonna be reality
I promise you from the bottom of world's gravity,
I am gonna love you endlessly
Through hugging & kissing you Mentally,
Darling You are my final story
Where ends my life's beautiful destiny.
__Fathima Ruhee__
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
My mind sings the same
Peaceful songs of Spring Winds.
My thoughts slur drunk on this
Ectasy non alcoholic daybreak
Cloud cover morning
Olive umbrella angelic
Above my dizzy head full of
Music and imagined rhythms.
Slow and sleepy I pass by people
With fogged samsara desires material
Illusory physical elation temporary and unrealized lives littered with impernance they go for the quickest fix for their ocean scale emptiness.
My feet tread clouds and sidewalks both,
My ears hear voices and the enchanting hidden hysteria of life both.
My day is sadness and enlightenment both.
I accept the frailty of my flesh and momentary flash existence of this planet and other planet and Janet the Janitor of nowhereland the books in my bedroom the growing hair on my head this March and next March the midnight coffee in my cup and daisy growing outside the dry cleaner down the street. I accept it all with adoration for the simplicity of living and the Babylon sprouting inside my soul my lungs my heart.
Bus truck semi truck Cadillac station wagon pour in metallic blur beneath solace sunlight, everybody is as happy and hollow as I am though perhaps less content with that circumstance.
God is the conceptual flower in you and me
We dance, its fundamental I realize now to keep on dancing and keep on laughing. Else the world be swept in nihilistic tendency and we become outlived by
Our fears.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
9 months have passed and I still feel small
I threw away everything, photos and all
I felt empty for months, angry this fall,
but now I'd give anything to be your next call.
Your tactics were perfect, like beautiful seas
I was so eager to let you control me
Because surrendering felt like ectasy
And your grip around my neck had warming properties
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
You call yourself ugly
But I would send you in ectasy so sky high
That'd you need life alert
Because you can't walk straight after our bonding
In the deepest hours of the night
Your muscles so tight
Don't let go
Let it flow
I want our closeness to grow
Don't be afraid to be vocal
It's paradise to me.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
My night is not complete till i have tasted your lips
You see you are like that sweet dessert
The delicious kind
The tempting kind
The mesmerizing kind
The intoxicating kind
The kind that drives a man wild
The kind that makes a man lose control
The kind the taste of which stays in your mouth long after you've tasted it
No matter how much of you i might've had..
...i always have a little room for your dessert
Our lips touching and biting
Tongues exploring each other
Passions overflowing
Hormones going crazy
Till we can't stop
And finally give in to our fever of ectasy
And as we lie naked on the bed
With the stars and the moon as witness
The more i look at you...
....the more i appreciate the magnificence of the female form
It's sheer perfection
It's subtleties
It's flavours
It's aura
It's magic
It's mystery
It's power
Each and everytime i look at you
Each and everytime we make love
I discover a new side of you
I feel more enlightened and alive
Sometimes i just don't want to close my eyes
I just wanna keep looking at you
Taking in every bit of you
So i'll give you every ounce of love that i have in me
I was reborn by your touch
And together we shall die
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
He asked me…
Is the ***** his
He put his name on it
He know the way to hit it get it another man couldn’t dare..compare
To the way he love up on me..damn… he know I wouldn’t ever ever share it…
He strum my body like the fine cords of a guitar
***** me crazy like a **** star
I try to run from it but..hmm..he don’t let me get far
I never ever lie to him
When I tell him
That this ***** belongs to him
He got the exclusive rights
He treats my body like an exploration
***** my ***** like he’s on a vacation
He never wishes to return from
And makes me forever come…to new heights
Oh you may wonder
Why my language is so ****** with it
So raw and uncut
This man drives me to pure ectasy
So it’s a must..that i
Tell him what he got me feeling
Tell him what he already knows
I love him 100%
But 300 plus 700 when its us without our clothes..
Most may say I’m sprung
Maybe even flat out crazy
How I let this man claim my body
I don’t know..could be…maybe
But I say
He can’t claim something
I let him put his name on anyway..
I’m his forever and day
A day and a lifetime
Drunk off his love like I’ve downed 6 bottles of red wine
Just so gone
But he finds me
He gets me
I let it be…
Just wrapped up in the moment of us
Knowing its love and not lust
Cause from beginning he had my heart & soul
And with this we have nothing but time
He places his hand on my hips
Brings me close
To his lips...and says
Is this ***** mine..
And I will always answer yes…
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
On acres of the dawn
I sow sun as seed
And the moon's face dark!
Then comes the night armada,
I sow my labour to the day, forced
To pay wages to the dark!
The day comes in whirlwind
Flaming coals to the eyes sore
I sow my unborn feet burnt!
A trip of irony running,
Carvorting in ectasy moon
In eerie season of unknown!
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
Is a heart ever truly locked away,
or can it slip through walls just waiting for someone worth taking a chance for.
Risking exposure to the type of pain that most of us were wired to run away from.
Now some of us,
we’re a lot more ****** up in the head.
We see the heartache before it comes;
but the sweet rush of ectasy from holding the right person’s hand,
is always worth the torment that follows.
Leaving us broken and scared,
because we still haven’t fully grasped what are minds our capable of doing to our bodies.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
Since you I've lost my grip
I threw in the towel
I gave in
Since you I've become week
broken
empty
Since you I've lost myself
My mind
nothings left
Since you Im too broken
to weak to past his test
im to stuck in the past
selling my body for cash
you should be glad
you wished me hell and here i am
I'm free falling from ectasy
I have no where left to land
I would **** myself
but to bad i cant
since you I've lost myself
my mind
nothings left
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
God it must be like
Dying
To be living on edge
Tip toeing
between whats real
And that gimme gimme ectasy day
Like breathing threw spandex
Just enough to
make you want more
oxygen
Never wanting
to hear
what anyone else had
to say
Besides the
music would be
too loud anyway
I wanna live that
way
but you know what they
say
Live Hard Die Fast
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 5:59 PM UTC
My body explodes
With kaleidoscopic ectasy,
Synchronizing with yours...
Hot breath engulfed your neck
With that trick of romance
Making us one.
Our desires pulsated
as your clawed me in.
Promise me one thing
We'll do this again.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC