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