The Essence of the Ecstasy

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ronde
ronde
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Sitting in the quiet noise
Of tinkling glasses, half-caught words
Amber, aged, smoky, solace
Seeping through my longing soul

Thoughts of visions, hazy dreams
Dreams of promised meeting times
A presence felt, then brought to life
My vision glides through evening’s light

Radiance shines ‘neath waves of brown
Liquid windows search my soul
Pouting lips speak silent thoughts
A promise made, the promise kept

A formal Aphrodite’s garb
Collar, cuffs of gleaming white
Blackest velvet clings for life
Sheen of nylon perched on spikes

Seduction sways with feline grace
Flowing curves beneath the black
Arriving, sitting down with ease
There, a glimpse of lace on white

Scent flows in her wafting wake
A flower’s song of mating time
The burning touch, a slender hand
Polished elegance tipped in red

Words of greeting, gentle smile
Symphonies of voice and sight
Whispers breathing life to thoughts
Standing, walking, hand in hand

Through the pictured, numbered halls
Down the paths of love and fear.
A silver key, sinuous steps
The clicking latch, the first embrace

Unveiled magnificence cloaked in lace
Smoky net on satin hills
Pale blue paths to taut desire
On circle beds of rippled pink

The narrowing, the sinful swell
Cradle of child, temptress of man
The center, curls of darkest brown
Silk-soft strands, the orchid’s veil

Fragile softness, scented skin
Strength and need of longing long
Delicious sense of warmth and touch
Soft caress returned with sighs

Burning lips of crimson passion
Scorching kisses, searching touch
Secret folds of passion’s flower
A gentle grasp, then pulling close

Finding softness, open wide
Sinking in the velvet heat
Devouring kisses, raking nails
Tiny cries burst through the dark

Climbing, reaching, for the edge
One and one now two as one
Ancient union, eons old
Forged by need, edged in love.

Teetering on the tip of limbo
Pitching headlong to the stars
Deafening colors, blinding sounds
Throbbing hearts and whimpered cries

The quiet time of peaceful slowing
Whispered words from trembling lips
Feather touches, gentle holding
Senses riding waves of joy.

A satin cheek and flowing mane
Nestled tight to beating heart
Lashes tickle, then go still
My vision sleeps ‘til morning light

A glint of sunshine, silver wings
Memories of a vision rare
The parting kiss, the soft embrace
Gifts to treasure and await

A scented square of silk and lace
The promise of another day
The essence of the ecstasy
Tucked away inside my mind

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Thanks again,
Ronde.

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BJwriterBJwriterover 7 years ago
Ah, Sweet Ecstasy

I loved it.

Very nicely done!

Thank you!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 12 years ago
should rhyme

would have been much better if you had made it rhyme. 4 foot lines in this lyric form need rhymes

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 19 years ago
A Cardiac Massage?

This beautiful poem has gifted me with a calming pause, to witness morsels of the finer essences of living... sensual jewels too often overlooked in the sea of gross overstimulation in today's media. For this opportunity to allow my heart to sing and expand, I thank you, Ronde.

IcingsugarIcingsugarabout 20 years ago
Classic narrative sensualism

What a way to start the day. An elegant, narrative poem that paints an irrisistable exotic scene. Held back to strict tastefullness and a gemtleman's deliberate non-display of passion, it is not quite erotica as I'd defne it, but none the less sexy as f**k.

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