Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

Eila Mahima Jaipaul Poems

1. Our Story-1 3/17/2006
2. Fire 3/17/2006
3. Fall Into Dreaming 3/17/2006
4. A Poet Rendered Wordless 3/17/2006
5. Tenderness (Thank You) 3/17/2006
6. Tangled Sheets 3/17/2006
7. Indelible 3/17/2006
8. Visitation 4/5/2006
9. Gone 2/7/2006
10. All That I Am I Send To You 2/7/2006
11. Bundle Of Fear, Bubble Of Love 2/7/2006
12. Submission 2/7/2006
13. Sensual Overload 2/7/2006
14. Falling Out Of Love 2/7/2006
15. The Dust Of Retreat 2/7/2006
16. Fate In Your Pocket 2/7/2006
17. Picasso (Painting Love) 2/8/2006
18. Hot 11/21/2005
19. Stuck Between Your Soul And Reality 11/30/2005
20. Desire Floats 3/8/2006
21. Ensnared In Mysticism 3/8/2006
22. Nighttime (It's A Damn Good Thing) 3/8/2006
23. Loving With The Lights On (Big Girls Do Cry) 3/13/2006
24. Dark Wishes 3/13/2006
25. Nonexistent 3/13/2006
26. Blind Date (In The Mood) 3/13/2006
27. Dream-Walking 3/13/2006
28. Ephemeral 3/13/2006
29. From A Poet To Her Love 3/14/2006
30. Seventy Days And Sixty-Nine Nights 3/14/2006
31. Arms 3/14/2006
32. Dive Into My Words (In Love With A Poetess) For B. 2/8/2006
33. Private Rainstorm 2/10/2006
34. Yours 2/10/2006
35. Remembering You 2/10/2006
36. Midnight Memories 2/10/2006
37. Meet Me In The Shadows Of Your Heart 2/10/2006
38. New Religion 2/10/2006
39. Destined For Endings 2/11/2006
40. Plundered Heart 2/11/2006
Best Poem of Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Orgasm

There is no sweeter sound,
than my breath,
held hostage,
captured amidst,
a need unfolding.

Eyes gone to lust,
soft lids flutter,
as passion's kaleidoscope,
colors my darkness.

Slender neck flinches,
lips part so lightly,
warm breath spreading,
telegraphing secrets,
of soft stolen kisses.

Soft breast's swell,
arching back moves cat like,
globes framing,
bursting buds of rose.

Arms stretch upward,
pushed high overhead,
fingers curl around nothing,
looking for leverage,
to push back at ...

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Dark Wishes

Give me the mystery
of a night perfumed by your skin
and dreamy smoke only of me...
And by candlelight I shall show you
the gifts you have yet to open.
flickering lights and fingertips awaken us
to the taste of dreams in our mouthes
drunk from love
and licked from the minds edge

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