Desire Soaked Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Desire Soaked

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in the moment
right before
the tip of your tongue
touches
an eternity passes
with a flood
of heat
passing
its pleasure
consuming me
with desire
my body awash
in my own
passionate dwelling
deep and wanting
soaked
I float
mind connected
to body
connected
to soul
waiting
to be connected
by
the tip of your tongue

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Stilwell 28 September 2005

Like wise the pulse felt through that tongue's intensity would be reciprocated.. Rick

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