What I Wouldn'T Give Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

what I wouldn't give
to see your dark skin
darken more
flush with desire
the thought, has made an impression
on my mind
like a burning ember smoldering away
stimulating images
of coming upon you to explore
softness turning to heat, molten heat
eliciting such a response
pursuit is the only answer
seeing your body respond
the sounds of passion escaping
mewing moaning soft and low
increasing in depth and breath
I slide into this thought
like piercing a bubble
gentle, soft, wet and pliable
to the touch.