write me a poem <br />of promise and lust. <br />put your pen <br />to paper as you would <br />put your hand <br />to me; <br />your fingers <br />on my neck, <br />your thumb easing <br />tight beneath. <br /> <br />push a slick trail <br />on virgin page and tell me <br />in words I can hold <br />in my mouth, savoring <br />your intents as pulp <br />between my teeth. <br /> <br />slip what you want of me <br />into language that rolls <br />on my tongue, clings <br />to my lip. <br /> <br />write what you need of me <br />in silk or lace and pull <br />the verse tight <br />about my breasts. <br />make me inhale <br />sharply as I read. <br /> <br />give me words that knot <br />in my hair. <br />draw my face down <br />till my whispers barely fit <br />between me <br />and your poem.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-for-a-lover-erotic/
