Treasure Island

Eila Mahima Jaipaul

(11/26/1971 / New York)

I Woke Up This Morning Thinking Erotic Thoughts


I woke up this morning thinking erotic thoughts
I want you to penetrate my mind
Slowly, deeply, rhythmically
To enter my deepest thoughts
To explore the contours of my soul
Diving into ecstatic reaction
Wildly emotional, both of us
We consume each other
Tenderly retreating, only to renew our spiritual communion
Again and again, rhythmically,
Deeply, souls in connection
We transcend reality into a world
Of stars and far-distant galaxies
Across the milky way
Beautiful, triumphant, serene
Suddenly, an explosion of silver and gold
A star-burst of eroticism
We are fulfilled

Submitted: Monday, November 07, 2005

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