That Moment
When every conscious thought must cease
Held captive till the sweet release
When all else simply falls away
there is no night, there is no day
When life is held in Pleasure's will
and all that clamors becomes...still
When Passion plays her final hand
and all succumbs to her demand
When tremors thunder and excite
In throes of Pleasure's righteous might
When our hands grip and bodies writhe
In wait of crash of coming tide
When senses are at highest peak
and soul is trembling, breathless, weak
That moment when to self I'm true
is that sweet moment I'm one with you
Eileen Manassian
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