The Human Descent Into The Throes Of Passion Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

The Human Descent Into The Throes Of Passion

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In your eyes I see my prison
visions of sweet sweat,
trailing the curve above your waist
visions of lust
promises of ecstasy’s sin
to flower upon my decadent hunger
and bloom from your being.
soft circles dance over, around, across,
awakening and arousing whispers auctioned in passion.
it is my secret, those words,
spoken as vespers
morphing into words
cried in breaths of consummation
I will drink until my appetite is laid bare
and I reach the salvation of the truth of desire

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jon Lloyd 16 November 2005

breathy, seductive, delightful! ! Jon.

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Uriah Hamilton 16 November 2005

Perhaps saturated with desire.

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