All Comments on 'The Essence of the Ecstasy'

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.

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.

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

I loved it.

Very nicely done!

Thank you!

Your stories, so short, and your poems so long, they surprise me. Though I enjoy both. You are a good storyteller with each, and that is special. They make me think you should flesh out the stories to make them as full as your poems. Among my people, we have what is called Dream Weaving. Dream Weavers are the special people who take the threads of the people's dreams and weave them into the fabric of reality. Of course, I like to say, "into the tapestry of life." Which might be a bit pompous, but it puts a bit more color into that "fabric". So lengthen that fabric into a nice "dress" so as to appreciate the body on which it drapes. :-)