the moist air fills my nostrils <br />eyes closed against the torrent <br />thought washed away by the noise <br />as you sip the fountain of flesh <br /> <br />the silent murmurs elevate <br />as your hands become a monologue <br />fingers punctuating small celebrations <br />lips kissing each unspoken word <br /> <br />This is me <br />holding each essential breath <br />while you dive into the shallow pools and play <br /> <br />I watch you slowly drift <br />and caresses my breasts without shame <br />flowing into one wild ambition met. <br /> <br />your lips, my Love, <br />are in the shape of a journey completed. <br />words have too many edges to describe it.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-lips-my-love-erotic/
