Ecstasy's Fugue

She lies in bed, alone - undressed
Her body aching, her mind distressed,
Fingers tracing, down her skin -
Aching for release, from deep within.

With a gentle touch, she finds her spot
Her clit, so sensitive - she's not forgot,
The feeling of pleasure, it brings her alive
Aching for more, she begins to thrive.

Hard and quickly, she rubs with haste
Her breaths getting heavier, her heart starts to race,
Each stroke, each flick - brings her closer still
To that rapturous orgasm, she's about to fulfil.

Her body starts to shake, her toes curl tight
Her moans become louder, as she reaches new heights,
Her hand doesn't stop, it moves with precision -
Bringing her to the edge, with each new decision.

Till finally, with a shudder and a cry
Her body explodes, with a satisfying sigh,
Her pleasure, a symphony - for all to see
As she shakes and squirts, with orgasmic glee.

Eyes clenched tight, mouth open wide
Hand moving fast, with unbridled stride,
Every muscle tenses, her back arches high
Trembling, pulsing, as she reaches her climax nigh.

Waves of euphoria, crash over her form
Nerves alight, senses overwhelmed, her mind reborn,
Moans escaping parted lips, a primal song
As her orgasm rolls on, powerful and long.

But in this moment, she finds solace
A respite from the world's demanding pace,
Vulnerability exposed, her guard let down
As waves of bliss, her senses drown.

This act of self-love, a sacred rite
Affirming her power, her worth, her might,
No longer just a body to be used
But a soul, yearning to be infused.

With each pulsing climax, a sense of rebirth
A reminder that pleasure is not just for mirth,
But a path to healing, a journey of self
As she reclaims her body, her very self.