in the moment <br />right before <br />the tip of your tongue <br />touches <br />an eternity passes <br />with a flood <br />of heat <br />passing <br />its pleasure <br />consuming me <br />with desire <br />my body awash <br />in my own <br />passionate dwelling <br />deep and wanting <br />soaked <br />I float <br />mind connected <br />to body <br />connected <br />to soul <br />waiting <br />to be connected <br />by <br />the tip of your tongue<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desire-soaked/