winter is a lover's season <br />and I want it all. <br />I don't want to wait <br />I'm a glutton. <br /> <br />I want your touch, your taste <br />I want your impressiveness <br />buried in a glove of lust. <br /> <br />out in the snow <br />upon a flannel blanket <br />I want our bodies slick <br />by iced rapture fallen, yet content <br />in its new home. <br /> <br />let winter's yawning eyes <br />catch us in the act, <br />jealous of our 'we'. <br /> <br />the hues of her mane will blaze blue and silver <br />from frost shimmering in the limbs of naked forests <br />chanting dance! <br />dance! <br /> <br />you keep secrets from her <br />as you bring life back to my core <br />by a wintry groove of melting and moving <br />in glacial grace. <br /> <br />let me play on your body, <br />while I open myself to you. <br />enter my abode. <br />invite me to share your bread, <br />I will invite you to dip it in my soul. <br /> <br />drink from the well, <br />quench your thirst. <br />abandon me in ritual after ritual <br />in search of flavors, <br />of satisfaction. <br /> <br />my spine arches high for Sagittarius, <br />you generate, expel and exchange heat. <br />our bodies bow to their natural vibrations <br />in the quiet winds of winter night. <br />while celebration of the feast <br />is written to silence.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-in-december-erotic/
