"exstacy" poems
I Adore you , I Love the way You speak,
The way you move, I Love to Love Ya.
Through Hellacious events and even moody times.
I love you more in every way. So baby bring it all to me.
I will always Love you til Death do us part and in
sickness and health we shall have our Love as well as Wealth.
Death as well as Poverty,
as I wish upon a star for all to go
Well and superb as the shooting star never stops
I wont ever stop Lovin you
cause you are so hot stick sweet from your head down to you feet.
So pour some sugar on me,
but not to deep for to got as far down
WELL we gotta savour that taste of Love and passion,
The sweetness of truth on the tongue
of passion and the massage of Exstacy
within Your arms Flowin down your body as we
intertwine ourselves in a
Portal of seduction which Leads to a
Reproduction of the Lovelyness
that is My Immortal Beloved to Her
King on ancient wings of worldly power
will Give all my Love to you drastically
wanting to Dine on your Platter Like
Romeo and Julliets Hot ***
Not only to make you wet but as
well to make you mine until death
and beyond in Lovers Lane.
Deaths will not touch our
Coiled embrace as we set
on into the sun were
Earth Hits Wind and Starts to caresse
The Fire which is this passion for
Life Long with You no matter how old
and decrepped we get,
Our passion for each other is left
to be said that A Heart is a House for Love,
and while we ride together to
everlasting Life Exstacy takes a
hold of us just like The key to my
Ever loving Heart to My Empress as
well as my Immortal Daimond in the Ruff,
so I will take one jump ahead of that
line and Show you a whole new world
as we show sweet love face down ***
up in the air toggling my juicy energies
that call out for your sweetness Essence of ******
so I ask Are you Ready For Me My Immortal,
My Rib, My Everything,
Under this sweet moon we call Life ;
We careese every minute as its our
Last so Scream as Loud as you want
in that pillow as I release My Anocanda
within your cave to explore all the
wonders of My Immortal Goddess....
So Are You Ready??
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
takin the long walk again
faces of the soldier boys don't bother me none
seekin the clear vision
i'm goin home
freedom aint what i'm fightin for
its just my way of livin
givin myself to you for free
just the way you said you'd want me
HEY NOW THE WORLD'S ON FIRE WITH FEAR
HEY NOW MAMA YOUR CHILD
AINT NEAR YA NOW
HE'S GOIN DOWN DOWN AGAIN
DROWNIN IN A SEA OF MASS ILLUSION
GUNS ARE SHOOTIN EVERY WHICH A WAY
FLAGS ARE WAVIN ALL OVER THE PLACE
takin the lone stroll around the town
faces of the prostitutes still startle me
i'm just a friend of pure exstacy
givin myself to you for free
just the way you said you'd want me
HEY NOW THE WORLD'S ON FIRE WITH FEAR
HEY NOW MAMA YOUR CHILD
AINT NEAR YA NOW
HE'S GOIN DOWN DOWN AGAIN
DROWNIN IN A SEA OF MASS ILLUSION
GUNS ARE SHOOTIN EVERY WHICH A WAY
FLAGS ARE WAVIN ALL OVER THE PLACE
FLAGS ARE WAVIN ALL OVER THE PLACE
FLAGS ARE WAVIN ALL OVER THE PLACE
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 3:10 PM UTC
I poured the gas and you struck the match and we danced in the satin flames of billowed sheets and romance. Meeting touch with touch, in feather light mercy and a scent of leather, teathers to bind wrists twisted and silk ribbon blind. Out of our minds! Driven mad by a daring caress, the words repeated, "yes," "yes," "YES!!" And dare for more than this! Touched bodies writhe with each burning kiss, each passion taken, given, stolen and cry out! Body on body heavy, break the levy and let flow the river! Back arched bending to the giver in the rising heat, moan, tense, collapse and repeat until the fire is doused in the flood of our exstacy, seen by the light of the rising sun from the window next to me.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
Slowly creeping, every in foreward make noise louder and more obvious. I reach the destination. Slowly open it up. I see what I want. Reach in slow, grip, and pull slowly not to damage or make too much noise. Push the buttons and unwind it to the top, rip it off and taste the delightful substance, coursing through my body, refreshing to the taste, exstacy. Some spills down me but I don't mind the smell and taste is amazing. "Delicious". I close the fridge, go back up stairs and go to bed. :-)
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
one love!
we are free
we don't "NEED" eachother!
we are here
we are one!
--
to "beg" is to die
--
feel me
i come whenever
you know yourself
as a simplicity
in pure flesh
trembling
in pure exstacy
--
the earth is yours
f--k the politicians
--
your mind is yours
f--k the artists who claim
you need their inspiration
--
your mind is yours
at last i can see you here
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 11:23 AM UTC
Love finds me in
the nuthouse
wandering in
Delerium, sweat-drenched
dreams.
She's my ******* angel,
and she ***** the
vagabond poison from
my veins.
Arms are bruised to
a Dijon yellow.
I forgot the
ecstasy of
connection and ******
chemistry.
The heat...the
smiles that set the
bones on fire.
This is birth.
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 2:49 AM UTC
In your embrace
Is where I Wana be
The warmth of your body
Seeping through my pores
Feeling of belonging, wanting, needing
Knowing that I can feel this way only with you
Sends my emotions, passions, on a roller coaster ride
This exstacy, a high like never before
It's all you, only you
It's has always been and will always be just you
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
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... 0 ...
/ \
/ \
::
I would vote for donald trump
But I don't want to
::
You know that NOTHING we are told is real --
Actually is !
IT CAN ' T BE !
Nothing can live in such poison
//
LOVE
Nourishes !
LOVE
sustains life !
)(
SO ?
WHAT THE ****
ARE
WE DOING
TO
EACH OTHER !!
><<>><
In the quiet sobriety
Of pure enlightened
Meditation
Only then
EXSTACY !
//
she walks naked down the beach
She walks clothed down the beach
She don't know
She don't care
( should you ? )
••
Pure naked truth
::
Well ?
"""""
?
Searching for love ?
?
)?
We ' ll have to talk about THAT
Some time
.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
Tell me, how do you speak so intimately.
The murmur of your voice caught in my ear.
I've enjoyed talking to you, almost as if you knew that I've waited to hear your voice.
Your thought pressed against my chest
for almost the entire day listening and laughing, interchanging in conversation.
Hoping to enter your thought world just as you've entered mine.
I miss this, having someone to relate to.
The stimulus of flight, tucked in the sound of your voice.
I am not labeling my flaws as just being a man but I am as myself, though every day cannot be as sunny as the next. I implore that a simple sorry would not do justice as it will take a lifetime to erase the amount of hurt of both ends from you to I.
I take full responsibility for the moments I've pushed you away, meaning only to pull you closer. I've repinted to the clouds that hang above my head to please bring my halo back.
My angel whom guides me through the storm.
I lose myself in these thoughts of you. Vividly as they appear.
Not wanting to appear weak in any shape or form in your eyes.
I've told you in full but at the same time I don't think you know the empathises of being missed as much as I've missed you. Though silent and the situation of trying to function normally while dying on the inside is hard to maintain.
Waiting for that one moment, fantasizing about your voice.
Wanting to hug you, to give my hands the sense of comfort of having someone to care about.
A sense of capturing each breath exhaled through your lips.
Feeling your heart beat close to mine.
I think about that often.
In brutal honesty I've never stopped.
The moments grown silent in thought,
Wondering by chance if that is one of the things you keep from me.
I understand that God makes no mistakes and that everything happens for a reason.
But one thing that makes my day,
Is finding his answer in the absolute joy of hearing your voice.
Whether in thought, through text.
Or actually hearing your voice.
I enjoy the intimacy of it all.
Emptying the thoughts of your mind into open palms.
I find myself closer to each and every thought. Hoping not to ever go without the essence of you again. If ever,
I'll hold myself ransom, threatening to jump off the bridge.
Deep into the Mississippi. Sinking in an current without return. Tenfold of each layer of pain that I've caused you, may I face God's wrath for every tear that you've cried.
Each night before I go to sleep, I pray
For someone that could teach me more about myself.
That in the reflection of her eyes that all would be revealed.
I say that prayer nightly with you in mind
Faith that every touch will equal exstacy
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
Rember the sounds,the sights,our laughter
The joy that rushed us and filled our evey being
the pulsating beat of an excelerating moment
the thumbing of our hearts to the waves of the music
our touchs and our glances and our disires
the satifaction of a gentle brush of skin and plastic
melting in you,energizing you,flowing through your body
the washed-out,blurred faces emulating heat
the soothing flashes of colorful light swirling in mid air, fading and reviving
with a gaint dark mass underneath and in it,
moving and sawying in sync, as if it's one intity,yet it's many individuals,faceless and pure
the smell of over heated,moist bodies glowing in the light
so sweet and alluring and sureal,overdriving our senses
mixing them together into euphoria,into exstacy,flowing into our veins,tingling
then it's gone, all in one moment,
your alone,your scared,your not one intity but one person
reasoning flys back to you,reality lingering in
memories and regrets and lies and happiness sink slowly into your brain filling you with emotions
you recall your last moments of exstacy
then walk away
leaving everything in a shattered mess,not bothering to fix or face it
taking one moment,one piece, from thousands and your gone...it's gone
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC