Psychedelic Ecstasy
While you're touching my face so softly,
My eyes are shut and I can see,
Psychedelic butterflies,
With shades of violet,
And a reddish blue.
The colors gleam,
To the strokes
Of your
Hand.
While you're brushing my hair so gently,
I feel a warmth rush through my veins.
My head gets woozy and light,
And my pulse gets higher!
It's pure ecstasy,
And I ignite,
Like a hot,
Flaming
Fire!
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby
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