Searching For A Fix Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I always flirt with the fire, its a sensual dance I create in my soul, one that fills me with the sweet agony of desire.

That which leads up to it is slow and determined, whispers, gentle at times, sometimes quick and greedy pursuing with want and need, but always focused.

Creativity is its release.

It is not surprising that those who feel are drawn to one another. The energy that is exuded is intoxicating and addictive.

But at times it makes us destined to wander from soul to soul trying to get our next fix.
Totally enraptured.