blurry ecstasy

Eyes fluttering in moments of passion
I know not where I am
I know no other feeling of this fashion
Nothing this strong can be a sham

Coming in contact with the ethereal
Coming in contact with your body
To touch, to taste, to feel
I’m laying on the surreal

Breathing wispy, like the hair gracing my cheek
Move your hands wherever you want
Please, god, do whatever you seek
My temptations know of your taunt

All I ask is not to stop
Drop my heart on the pillow
You know it’s making me sop…
Soak me up drop by drop….

The blurry ecstasy urges me on
And carries me within its grasp
Now my voice is merely a rasp…
In-between each jolting gasp