Why The World Of Sanctity Breathes Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

gasping at the sudden feel of fingers
stroking my mind
palping my soul
I can feel you thinking of me
with desire and lust
my skin pebbles at the suddenness of your touch
a gentle reminder of your want.
the hot glow of longing
seemed to burst through my skin
like the radiance of beauty
wanting to contain you
to be contained by you
my awareness climbs higher
with every moment
I can smell your scent
each strain of your clean masculinity and desire
separate from one another
each one compelling me forward
as do the silent words unveiled behind
those blue eyes.
I want my being on you
my softness on you
like silk laid over steel
not knowing where one begins and the other ends.
joined indelibly, knowing
we are why the world of sanctity breathes