Ecstasy's Grip

Her mind raced with forbidden thoughts,
Imagining his strong embrace.
Longing built within her core,
She mused, "To feel his hands caress my face."

Memories of his musky scent,
Replayed in her mind's hungry eye.
She pondered, "I yearned to taste his salty skin,
No longer able to deny..."

She realized, "Boredom crept in, desire took hold,
My thoughts adrift on pleasures untold."
Familiar yearnings, that need be told.
She browsed online, stoking the fire,
She whispered, "Feeling that familiar desire."

She imagined, "His image danced before my eyes,
A vision taunting my reprise."
That chiseled form she longed to taste.
With no lover's warm embrace in sight,
She decided, "I'd pleasure myself with fervent haste."

Clothes shed, she laid in sheer delight,
Caressing curves with fervent need.
She thought, "My fingers trailed my silken skin,
Inciting flames of lust to feed."

She breathed, "My face a mask of twisted bliss,
The buildup driving me to this."
Pain and pleasure intertwined,
She sighed, "This feeling, oh how I've missed..."
Fingers dance upon her mound,
A furious rhythm, unconfined.

Strokes grew urgent, pressure mounted,
She groaned, "I cannot resist these wants."
Her breath came quicker, body tensed,
Waves of heat engulfed her core,
She cried, "Primal cravings recompense."

Tension mounted, her muscles taut,
She gasped, "I'm almost there, I cannot stop!"
A coiling spring about to snap,
Pleasure built in cresting waves,
Her cries rang out, escaping's trap.

The climax struck, a fiery surge,
She cried out in ecstasy, "Ohhh god yesss!"
Her back arched taut, every muscle clenched,
Toes curling tight, body quaking,
As shudders of pure rapture drenched

Her slight frame in waves of bliss,
She moaned between groans, "A release like this..."
Her face contorted in a rictus of delight,
Eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape in delirium,
Nerve endings firing, pleasure's flame,
Consuming her in its scorching reign.

Her body heaved, a primal urge,
Waves of euphoria her depths reclaimed,
As she surrendered, spent, to the dream.

She sighed, "In darkness, my pleasure blooms,
That rapture, filling lonely rooms..."
She whispered, "Spent, my passion finally consumed."
A solitary act, in lonely rooms,
Her face a canvas, painted deep,
With shades of ecstasy and sleep.