it’s not just words that fall. <br />each curved letter is an intense need <br />that reigns unbridled, <br />surrounded by a hush of bitten lower lipped sighs. <br /> <br />something is there; <br />taut, eyes-gone-wide, there. <br />the visage of blatant sex, there. <br />the kind of drape <br />from being poured naked <br />onto a wrinkled bed, there. <br /> <br />and, it all falls open in <br />whetted desire slid onto palms <br />to feed skin, moaning poetry. <br /> <br />masturbated and exhausted <br />those pouting full words <br />are content to leave their pieces, <br />dangerously spread.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-it-means-erotic/
