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Mercies of Satisfaction

Blinding darkness
only seeing with the naked touch
that sends images to a fevered mind,

Fingers navigate every contour of a physical soul
pleasure heightens with each new discovery
of a erogenous zone,

Salty sweet sweat begins to pour
from the heat that rises on the surface of the skin
breaths of air escape in fevered pitches
as if a beast emerged from somewhere deep,

Eyes now see the beauty of the aura
as conscience is loss of the outside world
and senses flare into universal oneness,

Temperature rises
to the intensity of supernova
as two souls are lost beyond their known Chakra,

The weight of the world presses against them
as gravity takes its hold
not a single silent movement is seen,

In the stillness of the aftermath
when all that's heard is exhausted breathing
all that is known
are the Mercies of Satisfaction.



— Eduardo Cruz, Aug 21, 2009

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Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

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Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

OMG Eddie lol woah

seductive write from your pen , I think i need a shower , lol he he but its a brilliant poem I loved the ebb and flow in this one it seemed to have its own mind ... I only have one critique and thats in the 3rd last line when all that heard is exhausted breathing it could be just my brain having another fit but from , [when all that heard ] ,I stumbled I wondered if you could do this, when all that's heard is exhausted breathing or when all is heard in exhausted breaths and or[breathing] there is so many ways you could smooth it out I want to give this five I will be back in the edits my friend ... Love and hugz Jayne x x Told you I'd be back lmao :D "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

16 years 9 months ago

Jayne,

I believed you, it's the person you are that conveys trust. thanks for coming back and the High Five! Eddie
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

16 years 9 months ago

Jayne,

it was my run away fingers caught up in the moment. thanks for pointing it out, it's not your brain it's mine, under the fever. Thanks so much for your comment, I'm happy that you felt the heat! LOL I had to ask my wife first before I wrote this, I didn't what her to think I was losing my mind or looking to play around. thanks always Bud, Eddie
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 9 months ago

Eddie

Wow! What a poem, very incandescent and deeply felt by all who read it. It seems a scene coming from the movie screens, so colorful and highly credible that it appeals to all the senses, yet in a quiet and discreet manner. Words more, words less, what you had to say, you succedeed in conveying to every reader. Excellent work, my brother. Regards, Hugo.
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

16 years 9 months ago

Hugo,

Thank you for the generosity of your comment, and also for the "high Five". again, thank you my brother always, Eddie