Vibrating ecstasy

In chambers hushed where whispers dwell,

I seek a thrill, a tale to tell;

A dance of pleasure, glimmers bright, In secret corners, cloaked from sight.

A curious craft of silken grace, Awakens depths in soft embrace;

With gentle hums and fervent sighs, A symphony of bliss replies.

As rhythmic pulses beckon near, I lose myself within the sphere;

In waves of ecstasy, I swim, A journey vast, horizons dim.

The art of touch, an age-old rite, Transforming shadows into light;

A vessel of delight's design, Each movement shared, a pact divine.

In gilded moments, time stands still, A harmony of flesh and will;

With every breath, I rise and fall, In sacred space, I heed the call.

Not just a toy, but more, it seems, A conduit for whispered dreams;

In solitude, I find my voice,

In rhythmic dance, I make my choice.

So let this ode to pleasure ring, In quiet bliss, I find my swing;

A graceful art, a vibrant hue, In passion's play, I am renewed.

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