Beautiful Little Death

And where does the mind travel to?
In this beautiful little death,
What place do you choose to go to?
In that second you hold your breath.
It’s all so very fundamental,
The simple sinful act of pleasure,
Also heavenly and natural,
The enjoyment of all this treasure.
The ravishing agony we witness,
The look of anguish in the midst of bliss,
It's culminating with such a quickness,
That which emanates from the mind’s abyss.
And it’s like some big bang theory,
Of this creation altogether,
The expressions of being weary,
Are light and heavy as a feather.
Like an out of body experience,
With so many different explanations,
To each their own and own resilience,
Reaches for many unknown elations.
It’s the journey that takes us there,
By raw instinct and self appeal,
That feels like endless hot despair,
In gist of something beyond real.
The released senses that take flight,
Converge and merge and blend at once,
Trembling in wonderful delight,
Lustful of needs and yearns and wants.
And we close our eyes in misery,
When the rushing sensation races,
Composure is lost in ecstasy,
By making stupid little faces.
And it feels as if death is coming,
Little by little it’s creeping in,
That the mind then begins all numbing,
Every emotion that’s wearing thin.
The whimpering and the quivering
And gibberish that doesn’t make sense,
Are words and thoughts that are slivering,
That escape when all is too intense.
In passionate throes that seem too much,
Like fueling the fire even more,
Begging and pleading for one more touch,
It will shake you to the very core.
It is something that cannot be suppressed,
You so gladly and willingly succumb,
Ignite the light set off at the behest
Of your own freewill it will leave you numb.
In anticipation of explosions,
All the gears go higher and mighty fast,
It's revving with such a fierce commotion,
At any minute all of it will blast.
And just when you think you just can’t take it,
You do, and you do it all so well,
Knowing it’s real and cannot fake it,
That you have to moan and maybe yell.
And then right before your enrapture,
Collapsing everything from within
You lose sight of yourself and capture,
The universe and all that wherein.
The mind and body then self implodes,
Withering ourselves and letting go,
The spirit ecstatically erodes,
It'll then comeback in the afterglow.
And where did your thoughts journey to?
When your body gave out all its strength,
To what scenery did your eyes turn to?
The very moment you held your breath,
Oh transcending beautiful little death.