There is no sweeter sound, <br />than my breath, <br />held hostage, <br />captured amidst, <br />a need unfolding. <br /> <br />Eyes gone to lust, <br />soft lids flutter, <br />as passion's kaleidoscope, <br />colors my darkness. <br /> <br />Slender neck flinches, <br />lips part so lightly, <br />warm breath spreading, <br />telegraphing secrets, <br />of soft stolen kisses. <br /> <br />Soft breast's swell, <br />arching back moves cat like, <br />globes framing, <br />bursting buds of rose. <br /> <br />Arms stretch upward, <br />pushed high overhead, <br />fingers curl around nothing, <br />looking for leverage, <br />to push back at desire. <br /> <br />Pace comes now quickly, <br />silken thighs spread, <br />coaxing lips and tongue to linger, <br />succulent velvet folds, <br />hug my perfect pearl, <br />then render pure nectar. <br /> <br />Urgent cries of passion, <br />requesting completion, <br />hips swivel and quiver, <br />running unleashed <br /> <br />racing toward perfection, <br />straining for oneness, <br />overcome by ecstasy, <br />with satisfaction's arrival. <br /> <br />Wrapped in exhaustion, <br />there is no sweeter sound, <br />than my breath, <br />held hostage, <br />released by your giving.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orgasm/
