Raising ecstasy....

Let me be young again...
in the summer of my life...
in bikinis or without..
in seas wide and deep
and you will feel the rods inside out...
as you will nod
and in ecstasy...
rebound only
if I could turn back the key...
the lock could open easily...
if you were as exotic
too...

new wave poetry

well the same mind coughs so very often...very often
some music flows in some ears
while for else it’s a cause of tears,

when poetry flows from seamless fathoms
none can critique on rhyme or rhythm,
this one emanated
as I scanned in ecstasy,
at some ones video so exotic
that my mind also became
equally erotic
thus I composed this so poetic,
ere I became neurotic

an emulsion of ingredients
some I shan’t like to name
many guys and gals will blush and flame

love is of only significance
life does portray…
of what kind I leave it for you to say

my mind only speaks of one,
singular loyal sex
a lovely battle you have won…
(with only one)
change your stance,
only if you will
try the kamasutra to till
and a variety of positions
will make you flash a definition
of what sex is like
with the same person
yeah both for man or woman