Ecstasy

The ecstasy
Of having to hear your voice
Of having to see you up close
Of having to touch you, my black rose

The ecstasy
Of seeing you soar high
Of seeing you touch the sky
Of seeing you enjoy life

The ecstasy
Of letting your name through my lips
Of letting my adoring screams slip
Of letting me float through your grip

The ecstasy
Of loving even your slightest touch
Of loving one man as such
Of loving you too much.


Dedicated to Chicosci’s Miggy Chavez

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