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Ecstasy

You caught my eye in a crowd of others,

you were not what I consider my druthers,

but you were intriguing, just the same,

I wanted to get to know you and your name.

I noticed that you looked back at me,

an encouraging sign, I could clearly see,

I was shy, but tried to figure out how to meet,

I couldn't just walk up to you on the street.

Our paths crossed in the morning each day,

I thought of a way we might meet along the way.

We took the same bus to work, I knew.

I got up my courage to sit down by you.

I asked if the seat next to you was taken,

you looked up at me, a look not mistaken.

You said, "You can sit here if you like."

I sat down beside you as if on a pike.

I was so nervous, I could hardly talk,

an attraction so strong it made me balk.

You seemed to have the same concern,

it was hard to talk to each other, learn.

Leaving the bus with only a paper scrap,

with a phone number that could be a trap.

For I knew nothing of this other one,

they could be fooling me just for fun.

Fooled before by my reckless infatuation,

when no one had ever returned my adoration.

Would this one be different, or just the same?

All I had to know, was a number and a name.

I made the call and we met in a café,

it was hard to eat, while lust ate away.

At our every attempt at conversation,

every word just added to the notion.

Hand in hand we walked through the park,

moonlight on the water increased the spark,

on a bench we sat, kissed and explored,

each other's hidden secrets adored.

Returning home, we could no longer resist,

feelings we both had as we held and kissed.

We found ourselves undressing in the moonlight,

enthralled in each other's bodies that entire night.

Fingers on flesh quivering from heat, not cold,

we explored each other's bodies instinct told.

Flesh that lay open, exposed and kissed,

electrifying touch reaching ecstatic bliss.

Our tension built up to a glorious level,

we could not deny its bursting at the seams.

Thrusting past the line of no return,

reaching ecstasy beyond our wildest dreams.

A love like this is rare to behold,

it is forever young and never gets old.

So when the opportunity comes along,

do not deny it; let go, get hot, get bold.

Copyright © Ronald W. Hull

4/27/23

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