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ec-sta-sy [ek-stuh-see]
-noun, plural-sies

1. rapturous delight.
2. an overpowering emotion or exaltation; a state of sudden, intense feeling.
3. the frenzy of poetic inspiration.
4. mental transport or rapture from the contemplation of divine things.

2. delight, bliss, elation. Ecstasy, rapture, transport, exaltation share a sense of being taken or moved out of one’s self or one’s normal state, and entering a state of intensified or heightened feeling. Ecstasy suggests an intensification of emotion so powerful as to produce a trancelike dissociation from all but the single overpowering feeling: an ecstasy of rage, grief, love. Rapture shares the power of ecstasy but most often refers to an elevated sensation of bliss or delight, either carnal or spiritual: the rapture of first love. Transport, somewhat less extreme than either ecstasy or rapture, implies a strength of feeling that results in expression of some kind: They jumped up and down in a transport of delight. Exaltation refers to a heady sense of personal well-being so powerful that one is lifted above normal emotional levels and above normal people: wild exaltation at having finally broken the record.
ecstasy (kst-s)  Pronunciation Key Audio pronunciation of [P]
n. pl. ecstasies

  1. Intense joy or delight.
  2. A state of emotion so intense that one is carried beyond rational thought and self-control: an ecstasy of rage.
  3. The trance, frenzy, or rapture associated with mystic or prophetic exaltation.
  4. Slang.. MDMA.

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x-tasy... there's more then one form

x-tasy... there's more then one form

i saw him from across the dance floor
leaning up agains the bar
looking so smooth, suave, sexy
ek-stuh-see

i sauntered over to him
and whispered in his ear
‘where’d you get your grill?’
x-t-c

he looked at me or through me
his deep hazel eyes magnetic
i looked deep and saw more then the physical
extasy

he touched me lightly
he smiled and kissed my cheek
we exchanged numbers
ecstasy

we talked
we read
we typed
ec-sta-sy

he came over
we played a game
i won
exctasy

he put his mouth on mine
i breathed his fire
my body craved his
x-ta-see

not enough of him
worse then the drug
i need another hit of my
ex-ta-cee

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4 Comments

  1. do that!! u better!!

    I’m so loving this!

    I need a blog for my poetry..
    *putting my lighter up*

  2. girl *fanning myself* that was hot! I am gonna email you about an idea for all of us blogging poets to do….

  3. I Dig It…


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