# Ecstasy Of Senses The touch of silk upon the skin, a whisper soft as morning dew, ignites a tremor deep within— the world dissolves to only you. The fragrance rises, thick and sweet, of jasmine blooms at fall of night, it floods the chambers where we meet, and sets the darkened senses bright. The taste of honey on your lips, of wine that's aged a hundred years, lingers still as pleasure slips through all the corridors of tears. The sight of you in golden light, the way your shadow falls on stone, the curve that holds my gaze so tight— I've never felt so much alone. The sound of silence when you breathe, the rhythm pulsing through your veins, a music woven underneath the surface of our joy and pains. All five conspire, intertwine, to blur the borders of the soul, until the sacred and profane align, and fragmented pieces make us whole.