"esctasy" poems
it's okay to experience
the worst things in life,
nothing other than it
can make you hardy.
it's okay not to be perfect,
as no one out there is,
you can't even be perfect until you
satisfy the beholder's expectations.
It's okay to fail sometimes
it tastes bitter, but not boresome,
ceaseless success can make you happy,
but to subdue lack of success is kinda reward.
It's okay to be lost
in your deep musings,
to wander the unsure ways
in quest of esctasy.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
Nature amuses,
at times when perfection
demands of it.
So is esctasy,
whenever it grips
a ****
But its force
is undeniable,
it make every ****
a ******
and the law fails
to persecute them;
nor for other atrocities,
of incests and
the ******* they breed.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:58 AM UTC
Today if you had asked me
what love still meant to me
I would look at you,
diving in the abyss
of your brown eyes
and look at you look at me.
I'll tell you that I loved you
before the first spark
ever hit your armoured heart
to light an everlasting fire.
That the words which escaped you
cascaded down on me
like a million rivers unfolding
to reveal their anger they kept
hidden long enough
to allow the heat to die down on their own.
That the truth in things
didn't exist in the ways,
in people like we wanted to.
If love was an inferno
to walk through
you know I would.
That with every burning touch of the coal
beneath my feet
would be another step closer to victory,
closer to you.
That this was the painful esctasy of love,
and every ember was like the ones
that burnt in me for you.
And I would tell you
that you were worth it.
You were worth it all.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
The Yeti refusing to leave his
Love slave alone
Went with the her to the wildflowers
As she picks the flowers.
He taps his lover on the shoulder.
And kisses her gently
She falls down
Not out of fear but because of desire was so intense.
She take ms him by his furry face
And they shyly couple and kiss.
Was it the mountain air
Or
Because her skilled lover
She was in esctasy.
She kisses the Yeti and their tounges met in an ******
And emotional dance.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
From the eager age of three, my mother taught me not to draw on myself, or I would get ink poisoning. Every time ink touched me, I'd wash it away with a warm cloth and some lingering worry. You wrote our initials on my ankle in deep blue pen, and I kept my left leg out of the bath for a week.
At the spritely age of eight, my mother made me promise never to talk to strangers. I kept my head down and my walls built high and I never said a peep to a stranger wrapped in shadow.
The first day I met you, I lay all my secrets down on that warm summer concrete and watched while you picked through them. (You didn't mind.)
Twelve years old, with a crooked, hopeful smile and my mother sat me down to talk about drugs. Those crazy, tempting things that will take away all your inhibitions and make you forget the very lessons that formed who you are. More addictive than anything you've ever had. They'll make you feel higher than the empire state building; without them, you'll go through a withdrawl worse than anything. A coexistent dependancy that will take over yourself. She reeled off a listen of words; Esctasy, LSD, ****** Crack. Somehow, she forgot to mention your name.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
LET'S TAKE A WALK,
LET'S HAVE A TALK... WITHOUT SAYING A WORD.
AS WE LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER AND ADMIRE EACH OTHER, HAVE A ****** WITHOUT A TOUCH.
GET LOST FROM THE WORLD WITH A HUG.
GET HYPOTNIZE WITH A KISS AND TRANSFORM FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS;
LEAVE THE REST OF THE WORLD BEHIND AS FLY THROUGH THE UNIVERSE IN AN ESCTASY OF PASSIONATE LOVE.
THE WORLD START BACK ROTATE AND AS OUR JOURNEY COME TO AN END AND LAND BACK ON EARTH, I CARESS YOU AND TELL YOU, "I LOVE YOU!"
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 9:52 AM UTC
*Time, it's approaching.
Running towards me,
No, hurtling.
I open my arms,
to embrace it, with happiness, joy, esctasy.
Because, freedom, finally. Freedom.
But yet, when I have Time in my arms,
Its sneering, snarling
Leering at me
Cruelly reminding me that
She will be gone soon,
Going, going,*** gone.**
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
Love me inmensely.
Let me tense up.
Let's enjoy the passion of pleasure.
Being explore by both of us.
It's just don't have to be physical.
Even though it could.
It could be more emotional.
Then I thought it would.
Let's take this adventurous ride into esctasy.
Again, it could be just us riding upon a good blue sea.
Let me fantasize.
Let me even dream.
While you're loving me.
So ever deeply.
This total joy that has me smiling.
Is more than I could wish for,
A journey of experience to last forever more.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 8:38 AM UTC
Love has caused nothing
but Havoc in my
Life.
Was I Cynical to
pledge allegiance to
Harpy,
to you I gave in,
Though you gave me
a Haughty smile,
Recklessly & wildly
Deep in love I fell,
in you I saw Haven
from the Harsh earth.
Although I was your
Fanatic your companionship
was a Zest.
My hand felt your
Delicacy
and made me Deleterious,
your Moves in Bed caused
a Feeling of Eerie,
was I to yell, howl or
moan with Esctasy,
Love made me Despair
& saw you as Numinous,
Allured by your Charm
the Wrong life I chose,
your Extolement
could'nt Out-Way my
Alacrity to leave....
@miamizoliver
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
can't you see that i tremble in your amazing presence
your eyes enrapture me with their hypnotic gaze
your air of majesticness and sultriness permeates the entire room
making me faint like a forsaken vestal ****** in the wake of passion
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
*Let me feel your lips
Glide over my naked skin
leaving trails of fire.
Run my fingers through your hair
twisting it between my fingers
as a moan of esctasy escapes
I cant take this any longer.
Push between my legs
I'm ready for you
Take me now
let me love you
with a firey passion
I cant hold back anymore
Grip my hips
I'll meet yours
****** for ******
Moaning out my name
I whisper yours
in breathy pleasure.
As our souls join together
for a passionate dance
Release our love
together
hand in hand.*
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
Infinite is Sun
Pure power
Infinite is it's solar kenisis
Born of passion and fire
Infinite is Moon
Blue bliss
Infinite are the oceans
It pulls
Divide and cease yourself
From your outercore
Break open in habbit
Pour
Pour
Pour
Liquid gold
Of soliloquy
Eulogies
Rebirth and bathe
In esctasy
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
I felt it last night
With a broken heart
The beaming light at the end of my darkened heart
My emotions were sky high
It was true
I could feel the rush of esctasy going all through,
It was real
You made me feel numb all over again
After all the lies I told myself
Its not worth it, I'm not wor-
If only the pieces could fit once more
I'm trying so hard,
Not to be alone
But its not enough
Its hard to find love in my throat
When hate is all I can conjure
All an act of pretence
I felt it last night
With a broken heart
I could feel its pieces inside me
How am I to fight this emotions?
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
I began to work on your lips,
as if drawing *** from a well of longing
and need. Then heated
tongues met in the midst of hot
and quickening breath.
And quickly we drank the wine
of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those
spirits, our clothes found resting place
on the floor, piece by piece,
until there was no hiding places,
for the two glistening and wanting bodies
as hunger revealed in this
hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin as
the floor became the stage and I moved
atop you with ease and gently
I lowered myself down, kissing you as
I filled you and your gasp
broke our kiss.
I stroked your forehead as our slow
rhythm gave way to urgent and demanding
thrusts of passion.
You arched your body for my comfort
and I threw you into esctasy with the strength
of my blows and I left you
screaming and soaked, in oblivion again
and again. The taste of your
skin between my lips, was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy
when my teeth met your warm skin,
was more breathtaking than you knew,
leaving our screams to echo Jon York 2019
on like battle cries. You welcomed
the weight of my body to crush you as I collapsed
on top of you, still hot and burning
and you glowing like an ember casting a
welcome light should I seek your gifts again.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC