Yours For The Taking Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

that soft low moan you give, after your soft lips touch mine
full of lust and anticipation, sends shivers down my spine
shocks of the electric kind
with heat and desire are all that fill my mind
open to you there remains only need
because I want you with my own lustful greed
tenderly, gently you explore
I only want your warm breath all the more
filling me with your satisfaction
my body betrays with its own delicate reaction
honey taste, sweet nectar of me from inside
there is no way for my gratification to hide
moans of my own soft and low
await my release with a final crushing blow
taunted and teased till I writhe in ecstasy
you continue on, your lips never moving from next to me
ragged in breath and whimpering
there is little heed paid to my simpering
not until I beg with breath so rasp
do you relent and let me go from your grasp
supple and pliant soaked from my own making
with just a look you know I'm yours for the taking