sensual poems
ecstasy is a hollow button
the truth of you colored in tainted mosaics
that is what i make of you
tainted glasses, tainted clouds and tainted smells
for you cannot be grasped
embracing all of you
but just observing
and i observe that i care
and that i am fully aware
and that i am open and attentive
such freedom
all passes through me
who you are, what you are and why you are
and passing all nothing stays
Then, i am left with what i saw
such beauty, you and yourself
no memories in my mind
just a feeling of deep healing inside...
and i will have to come back
fresh and anew
to flood myself with you
again
for nothing was registered
the ecstasy of embracing you with my legs
and experiencing you, again
feel the joy, again
fill myself with you, again
and when it’s over
turn the page
only i know
there is no more sorrow
pleasure has no part in joy, desire is gone
an intense happiness only when it happens
a sense of aliveness distills through my skin
absorbing around and beyond what is me
i truly love
i want to merge
and forget our bodies, our limbs, our smells
not become one
become none
and put an end to time...
.::. author: screamming for passion in the midst of mississippi .::.
4:14:40 PM 
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