alchemy of ecstasy

I’m caught in a web of erotic appeal;
Magnetised by the sense of quivers,
Of thine curvy body against mine–
Summoning, senseless sensual passions,
Unequalled in phantasm’s obsession,
Gratifying and addictive as desire’s allure.

The splendid sound of your breath,
Grasping for air before you moan;
The glittery gaze in those starry eyes,
As my lips cautiously steals a kiss,
The silky glow of your supple skin–
Sensationally slavers my thoughts.

Imagines of you and me submerged;
Beneath the waves of a hot sweat,
Exploring curvatures, arches and the archway–
With tiny bites and kisses of desire,
Surrendering our senses to sensitivity,
And arousing moans and groans.

Searing through a rhapsodic pleasure,
We merged as one, lifted above bliss,
Onto an orgasmic plateau, paused eternally,
Transcending the limits of delight,
Into the cavernous depths of ecstasy,
Expanding eroticism’s exalted emotions.

my love, my love

My love, my heartbeat;
Midway between adoration and worship,
Is where I place myself in your presence:
I do not know what to call that state,
But I know how it feels,
Comparatively, sensitivity is numb.

My love, my pulse;
Smile has carved its features on my face,
Because my fixation is stuck on you.
You are the essence of my world,
Shh, shhh and hushes, whispers all around;
Charmed? Their understanding is flawed.

My love, my throb;
How can I make the world understand?
That it was in your arms I found ecstasy;
In you, I have perfected love,
A love so sugared, it makes honey taste sour.
Contentment is what I have found in you.

My love, my thud;
The first time you kissed me,
The stars give forth a little more light;
An aristocratic chill froth from the dusk breeze,
My senses awoken and I became aware of me,
My soul you set free that night.

My love, my all;
My individuality, you let me keep,
And I have learned to live with you in unison.
My emotions, I have bottled and I control,
The fruit of freedom have I tasted,
Ecstasy it is called and sugary it is.

My love, my love;
Is there a company more desirable than yours?
You have become the lens through which I see.
Your whispers serve as the origin of my acumen,
And your smile awakens my sensuality.
The curvature of your lips smiling, dazzles me.

My love, my goddess;
Rhapsody my body experiences in your embrace;
My nostrils are constantly filled with your smell,
The resonance of your laugh still pulsates in my ear,
And your touch loosens my nerves in a whirlpool.
Bliss, it is I recount.

My love, my fetish;
Admiring you is praising God,
For your beauty is more than bewitching,
Glowing like the silvery dew under the moonlight.
Intelligence and esprit cultivate your intimacy,
You are a faultless imprint of my sexual fantasy.