Best Extasy Poems
Thinking of thee day when I went to see,
accidentally looking at you made me feel like I was on Extasy.
I watched your eyes while they were watching me.
Looking into my eyes you knew I had those qualities of motherly nurturing,
morality therefore giving you that love story..
Connecting on all levels we both became thirsty eagerly, as if we had telepathy.
Our minds and soul became as one, as our heart beats began to beat as one.
Loving abnormally to an unusual degree,
chastity pure purity our love story...
Each day you spent with me, I took away all of your misery.
I became your biggest fan fore you were my man, by your side forever i stand.
Love so compact.
Loving the monogamy having one mate at one time.
Loving you for a life time.
Mourning for your touch that I began to love so very much.
Your generosity of your mentality intellectual capacity, your supremacy,
supreme power of authority love for me.
Is the best part of our love story.
With each touch I lust, real love i gush.
Having the ability for mobility to take tenancy inside of me.
You became my property.
We had symmetry I was the beauty, and your my harmony.
True and forever exceptionally...
Love story.
I'm hanging my hat today.
I'm putting away my coat and gloves.
I'm closing my eyes,
I won't be awake anymore.
I don't want to be awake.
What is the point if I'm outside,
Looking in on what was once my life?
When all I had I lost,
Or all I thought I knew,
I just have a memory of a less cold time,
It's not even real, I warped the view.
Alas, you can't hear me now.
You are dancing in the shadows right where I can barely see you,
Right where you're just out of reach,
You are just enough to torture me.
This silhouette of mine will resign,
And you won't see me anymore.
I'm fading effortlessly like the night into daytime.
I'm evaporating in the fashion of fine wine.
You scratch the surface like you always do,
But this time you are too late.
I'm not weak, it's just rough.
You're no king if I'm the peasant.
You never saw me like I intended,
You won't even remember to thank me once this all has ended.
I'm the beat up antique in a modern-day collection,
I'm the sore, throbbing thumb that's not green in your garden.
I've never been perfect,
Never your Savior,
You never needed me,
I never walked on water.
Endings should be something you savor,
Please my dear, do, because I am doing you a favor.
I have read the verses countless times,
While you adorn yourself with extasy,
They were only thrifty devices to stay alive,
To keep you sane and breathing,
But I caught my foot on the rug going out the door and I couldn't save you,
You stepped right over me,
I become a mark on the floorboards and nothing else to you.
You're tattered but at the same time perfect,
And we both know that I'm worthless,
So let me step aside,
Let this course ride,
No one will dare cry,
It's justified.
Suicide is not a crime.
the weight of the world came crashing down
thoughts of suicide and I'm running wild
one can climax in a dream with an evil scream
all your weight falls on me it brings me down
eyes, hands & feet
Shadows block the surface of the moon
as you hide away in your lagoon
you contructed pyramids to honor the dead
what is going on inside are head
lazy diamond studded flunkies
yet the equestrian horse sits idol on the very edge of the room
shallow promises will seal your tomb
in my lifetime it was a will for power
perhaps I'll have to take a cold shower
filter through the noise with a pinch of gravity
somehow we take things in stride or let it be
life is like a roller coaster with all it's twist and turns
one soul soars while the other will soon burn
maybe its in extasy or desires and dreams
things caught up in the means
yet we have come this close not to turn back now
we vacation in Florida then return to the plough
there's a dozen of thoughts in my head
living in the land of the walking dead
can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
having a dozen of pots in your sink
we torture ourselves from deep inside
many want to run away and hide
then to stay in the game the thought to light the flame
why is everybody insane ?
drip drop drip drop
sweat
drip drop drip drop
slowly rolls down your leg
drip drop drip drop
extasy explodes inside your head
feel the heat rise
your legs sway in the air
drip drop drip drop
I grab the back of yo hair
pull it, get you close to me
drip drop drip drop
grab yo ass hear you scream oooooweeee!
drip drop drip drop
slowy increase the intensity
drip drop drip drop
just gave you a little now take all of me
drip drop drip drop
dont run dont run naw dont go no where
drip drop drip drop
not gonna hurt you i'll take some care
drip drop drip drop
well maybe just a little just a little scream
drip drop drip drop
go from short strokes to looong hard strokes...feel what mean?
drip drop drip drop
does my nature excite you isee and feel how you are wet
drip drop drip drop
naw you dont have to say a word not just yet
drip drop drip drop
hear me whisper in your ear
lick your neck, squeeze your tit
with me you have nothing to fear
drip drop drip drop
no no no no i aint done with you so get set
gonna take it into overdrive you aint seen nothin yet
drip drop drip drop
surprised hmmm dont be theres no limit to my sexualiity
you loving all the nasty freaky thangs i am doing to you
drip drop drip drop
sending your mind your body on a rollercoaster with no end
you aint got to be greedy cause when we finish we gonna do it again
drip drop drip drop
and again and again and over again
drip drop drip drop
cant hold it it back no more, aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhh
that was you not me as you fall to the floor
drip drop drip drop
nothing else to say
drip
drop
drip drop drip drop
drip
tired ,we gonna do it again any way
told you i wont quit told you i wont stop
listen to the sounds
hear the drip drop
I met thee and all that was over
in lifeless heart became alive,
The golden time returned from nowhere
and made heart warm, it did revive.
Sometimes there are the day and hour,
where bare and dull late autumn reigns,
But spring will blow in our bower
and something is in our veins.
And I inspired of that breathing
of past years, when my soul was full,
Gaze your sweet features, and I'm missing
my extasy when heart is cool.
My love, I gaze thee like in dreaming,
like after age, when we're apart,
and here I hear my inner screaming,
it doesn't die within my heart...
It more than memory, I know it,
Life talks again, it's not enough,
Your fascination's same, I love it,
And in my heart the same is love!
1870
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Fyodor Tyutchev
"Im scared" I whispered, eyes big round and green,
Fingers twirling a strand of strawberry blond hair,
Twisting it around nervously, brushing pink blushing cheeks.
The sky dark with twilight, two stars overwatching us,
We stand millimeters apart beneath the silver moon,
Grass of green and wheat of silver reaching up, brushing our thighs.
Dew drops glitter in the incandescent skylight,
Violet brushing mountian tops with color,
Deeper shadows producing richer shades around.
"Have I ever led you in the wrong direction, not to trust me?" His eyes,
Darker then golden, more mossy then green in the dark,
Held love, profoundly, deep emotion, and now hurt.
The moon, outlined his shoulder length black hair,
The ends twisting with the May humidity, into loose curls,
It outlined his hard body, ridgid, with accustion.
My eyes, anxiously looked into his, peering into his soul,
Ivory fingers, cold from the air, found comfort in his curls,
stepped closer, breaths mingeling, and touched his lips sweetly.
"No." I let the whisper escape from my aching lips,
Aching for more, needing, wanting, begging, for another kiss,
My heart beat pounding slowly, knowingly-he spoke truth.
His hand brushed my cheek, bringing warmth from the sleeping sun,
His eyes searched mine, trained only on eachother,
The world could wake and we would never noticed.
The glittering orbs outlined in black lash,
Softened now, held question mixed gently in them,
His lips touched mine, moments before he whispered into them.
"Then trust me." the words carressed my perked ears,
My eyes closed, half drawn lids at his nuzzles,
Lightly grazing the soft skin on my bare neck.
My fingers found his hand, strong, sturdy, callosed softness,
Went to move it up to touch my body, while his fibers breathed extasy,
He intertwined our fingers, and i remembered it was my first intent.
Caught up in the moment, the delicate moonlit movement,
Our tongues lightly, roughly, softly, danced,
Parted again, to share a sweet love-bloomed breath.
Hours of Minutes
Hours of minutes rush by
as my focus turns time
into a bullet shooting the mind
holding onto what I can clutching
the unknown till
I have only myself and what I am unsure of.
I try to figure out the reason of life but life dosent answer.
The silence is loud enough for questions to be understood by those who
ask if you heard anything.
The echo of straight travel is independent
keeping its sound one solo gleaming adventure at a time
assuring that you get one chance in history.
My options are limitless as hours of minutes clock
I can talk if you’ll listen my thoughts spill like paint brightening your day filling
your path with the spectrum of radiant hope I emit, now
appreciating the finer things in life.
Trust is built
then destroyed
upon wreckless impact
breaking solid gold relationships like needles injecting sin like traits upon its
victims….revenge is born as hours of minutes bleed
I live to see the day when change is physical,
and I am the product of new order governed by either man…will destroy its self mad from
disease and money….or nature….
will hatch its own shell and feel the energy that she has so graciously
coated us with over the years,
soak into her essence.
Let life be reborn as hours of minutes evolve.
I listen to the stars from the underground where I yell at the panic of man to calm this
blade of chaos cutting killing those who are armed with natures weapons cuffed from the
ability to use them wisely.
Hours of minutes lock my thoughts into a stream of insanity travelling to radical change
from knowledge of the questions once asked
now answered
fills my mind with the extasy of peace and passion to progress
go to bed universal child as hours of minutes sleep.
The stigma that we have selfishly gifted history and our mothers with
will burn our accomplishments for the good is easily overlooked
where the harsh actions are radiant.
sky night miracle bright man made destruction coats holy like beams of natural light
which at once we gripped as our sword of triumph to defeat the wicked ways of the
unknown.
As hours of minutes pass we find ourselves.
Its Stormin' outside.
Dark angry clouds cover the once star ridden sky.
Lightnin brightens up a darken room.
Shadows play across a far wall, two bodies are entwined in physical pleasure and
extasy.
One thrusts, the other reaches to feel the deep impact of the one crushin its oh so soft
frame down into the silky sheets.
Both bodies are sweat drenched, hands are grabbin, squeezin caressin, findin a place
to hold.
Sheets are gripped, pillows bitten, heads toss to and fro. a hungry mouth, searches for
a place to nibble, lick suck, while another is unable to form incoherent words.
Thunder booms throughout the room, drownin out the moans, sighs, and cries of sweet
pleasure.
"Please go faster, deeper, harder!" is called out thru the noise of the tremendous
storm, that is ragin outside the windows.
The pace is pickin up inside and out, the storm is reachin its peak, as are the bodies
that dance, race, and beat to reach that crescendo, that will calm both raging storms.
Nails scratch flesh, tree limbs scratch the panes of glass separatin the 2 storms.
A voice screams out as it has reached its long awaited destiny, while the wind howls its
fury.
finally, as sweat drenched bodies come to slow from the madness of their deeply,
sexually, charged whirlwind, the night sky is now shown thru wisps of dark clouds that
once was a storm.....
HER BREATH IT BURNS UPON ME AS IF A WILDFIRE OUT OF CONTROL.SHE STARES AT ME WITH WANTING EYES THAT PIERCE STRAIGHT THRU MY SOUL.ONE KISS UPON HER SUPPLE LIPS MY SENCE'S GO ON HIGH.SHE FULFILLS MY EVERY FANTASY AS WE MAKE LOVE ALL NIGHT.WITH HER EVERY TOUCH MY BODY TREMBLES.WITH HER EVERY KISS MY HEART IT POUNDS.SHE TAKES ME TO HEIGHTS OF EXTASY THAT HERE ON EARTH JUST CAN'T BE FOUND.WELL I WISH SOMEHOW THAT I KNEW HOW TO STOP THESE HANDS OF TIME.TO STEAL THIS MOMENT FROM THIS UNIVERCE AND FOREVER MAKE IT MINE.THEN I COULD HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS FOREVER.ALL TIME ON EARTH WOULD FADE AWAY.THEN WE COULD MAKE LOVE FOR AN ETURNITY.THIS WAS MY FANTASY TODAY.
Love
You
Me
hands
tight
lips
touch
kisses
hugs
close
holding
eyes
meet
melting
breathing
dreaming
fantasizing
wishing
planning
time
fading
wainting
heart
throbbing
pounding
wanting
needing
yurning
tomorrow
comming
excitment
extasy!!
I am in awe of enticing extasy,
so much so that my name wither's,
sat in the sun too long,
beating down the strokes of my heart.
I sat up all night afraid of the answer, I peed on a stick does that
seal my faith forever? Honestly tell me we were in love and then I will feel so
much better.
You said you wanted me the whole me, I said you complete me and then
we finished it.
I never meant for this to occur this new life that is struggling to
survive, mommy needs, mommy wants, but what does this little thing ask? I can feel
it as I touch my tummy it's like it's vibrating almost the same sound that my heart
made when we hit extasy and i'll never forget.
It was supposed to special, it was supposed to be real you told me you wanted this and
now your pointing fingers at me.
I am desprately trying to hold on to something that I never really had, I heard about
the other girls is that why you don't want to be a daddy? Am I holding you down, am I
tying you up? I can do this on my own if you don't feel up to it.
It's the future it's here and i'm sad to say it can go either way... do you want to be
included in it or do I have to trash your name but never call you daddy? I cried a
million tears, my well is dry and my baby is trembling.
She needs you and I need you I want this to be perfect. No more chasing after an image
that was supposed to be us.
I can't excape this not without causing some strange disaster.
The girl looks up and glances at the stick and it turns out that it's negative, she
smiles to herself and then she gets sad she walks to the telephone to make a phone call
that would end all the madness.
When I think about my condition I think about the predicament that I've put my
daughter in.
One night of getting laid got me contracted with Hiv/ Aids.
Damn aint that a shame. At least that's what people say but really im just afraid.
Please God tell me why it had to be me? One night beneath the sheets, pure
Extasy.
I can still feel him inside of me. It was just one of those days when I wanted to
be all alone but
I was a single mother in need of lovin' so I lost myself inside of him. It was the
worst mistake I
could have made. One drink to many led me to contract this uncurable disease I
knew I shouldn't have listen when he said he was clean.
There's not to many people I can confide in, cause who wants to touch a person
that's HIV
positive. My status is going to stick to me like a name tag for the rest of my
life. Don't touch
her she's toxic. She's dangerous. I should tattoo the monster on my back since
kids in my
daughter's school won't stop teasing her since they found out. Feelings boiling
inside me.
And I have to watch as each day passes by the stars began falling out my
daughter's eyes.
Graduation is
steadily approaching and I keep praying and hoping I will be well enough to
watch her walk
across the stage. My baby girl. The center of my world. I wish I could be there for
her. I wish I
could rewind time so she could still see me as that strong person I once was...
I'd
give anything
for a different outcome!
Thee Forever Sun
yonder to Thee, is thy teathening, of thuss, what is yonder to thy blissfull awakening.
Thy Gather fore, love is creating the sky, colors of majesty glicening beautifully.
Engaging the frost of winter still a'loom over tonight's sun set, lost in thee forever-ing.
Just as love was the setting, the next rising tiss a wonder of colors, lost in extasy
looking forward to the night
drawning my feelings in mozart
dreaming of a chance to dissolve into the music
separate body from mind'
let it free to lead through thik walls
escaping the live
becoming a new light
surrended by ordinary , seek unknown
realizing weaknessess for the desire of higher experiences
unable to go on without the trill of extasy
powerless creature
made by mistake
without the clue of what is to become
looking for signs
loosing the sight
darkness
covers the space
hours stand still
hopless
calendar turns pages
waves move the sand
only space made of both...
dark , light , solid and still
unpatient , calm
full of knowledge
untouched by aging
staring won't solve it
waiting ..
looking into...
drawning...