Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

Eila Mahima Jaipaul Poems

441. Orgasm Iii 12/22/2005
442. A Request 1/9/2006
443. ...And They Say Love Is Blind 2/16/2006
444. Desire 9/16/2005
445. A Bridge To Your Precipice 1/14/2006
446. Love Me Love 11/4/2005
447. A Fine Pair We 11/10/2005
448. Dark, Dark Soul 10/10/2005
449. Masturbation 8/17/2005
450. 29 June 8/2/2006
451. Orgasm (Erotic Tanka) 12/13/2006
452. A Call Of Lovers 10/11/2005
453. A Poet For A Lover (Erotic) 12/14/2006
454. I Can'T See The Moon 8/8/2005
455. What It Means (Erotic) 1/9/2007
456. If I Were A Poet (Writing You Love Poems) 1/11/2006
457. The Coupling Of Passion, Love, And The Erotic 11/11/2005
458. The Loss Of My Father 8/8/2005
459. Caressing You With My Words 12/13/2005
460. I Want (Erotic) 12/11/2006
461. A Beautiful Dream 11/4/2005
462. The Things I Do With Lips (Or I Will Kiss You) 11/10/2005
463. The Last Words That Fall From Knowing Eyes 9/23/2005
464. Orgasm Ii (Just For Her) 12/2/2005
465. I Woke Up This Morning Thinking Erotic Thoughts 11/7/2005
466. An Intimidated Poet 1/13/2006
467. Orgasm 11/4/2005

Comments about Eila Mahima Jaipaul

  • Kee Thampi (12/11/2006 5:28:00 AM)

    Really this great poet for me is ebullient and more eccentric in her views...and writes...very simple but it inveighs our inuredness.... she never condone anything..... inept, infect..
    what happens to the unwanted souls?

    do they wander looking and lost?

    I wish to read her poems again and again in this free X mas days....

    do they remain staid?

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  • Peter Trenear (1/14/2006 5:03:00 PM)

    I love reading these poems. My Wife was also Eila.
    These keep me reminded,
    there is joy, there are tears.
    So far, I have read only a few
    But I will read them all

Best Poem of Eila Mahima Jaipaul


There is no sweeter sound,
than my breath,
held hostage,
captured amidst,
a need unfolding.

Eyes gone to lust,
soft lids flutter,
as passion's kaleidoscope,
colors my darkness.

Slender neck flinches,
lips part so lightly,
warm breath spreading,
telegraphing secrets,
of soft stolen kisses.

Soft breast's swell,
arching back moves cat like,
globes framing,
bursting buds of rose.

Arms stretch upward,
pushed high overhead,
fingers curl around nothing,
looking for leverage,
to push back at ...

Read the full of Orgasm


I almost thought I could hear
a quenching hiss at each thrust
the next, deeper than the last
never thinking to shield myself from the onslaught
it was impossible to negate
it did not slow,
coming faster and stronger
in the depths of my shrinking sanity
I saw you grapple with yourself

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