Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

Eila Mahima Jaipaul Poems

441. The Difference Between Men And Women 11/11/2005
442. A Poet (Words) 12/1/2006
443. Orgasm Iii 12/22/2005
444. A Request 1/9/2006
445. Desire 9/16/2005
446. A Fine Pair We 11/10/2005
447. The Coupling Of Passion, Love, And The Erotic 11/11/2005
448. The Loss Of My Father 8/8/2005
449. Orgasm (Erotic Tanka) 12/13/2006
450. A Poet For A Lover (Erotic) 12/14/2006
451. A Bridge To Your Precipice 1/14/2006
452. A Firefly In The World Of Dreams- 11/14/2005
453. Sensual Scripts (A Poet Makes Love) 2/10/2006
454. Orgasm Ii (Just For Her) 12/2/2005
455. What It Means (Erotic) 1/9/2007
456. A Call Of Lovers 10/11/2005
457. I Woke Up This Morning Thinking Erotic Thoughts 11/7/2005
458. ...And They Say Love Is Blind 2/16/2006
459. If I Were A Poet (Writing You Love Poems) 1/11/2006
460. Caressing You With My Words 12/13/2005
461. 29 June 8/2/2006
462. I Want (Erotic) 12/11/2006
463. A Beautiful Dream 11/4/2005
464. The Last Words That Fall From Knowing Eyes 9/23/2005
465. The Things I Do With Lips (Or I Will Kiss You) 11/10/2005
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

Ensnared In Mysticism

Ensnared by the possibility,
of being sucked in by sensual rain
I shall not forget the taste of you
in fast flooding waves.

I ache in longing to crash into you,
give myself up to you again and again,
till we mingle, limp body parts,
legs dangling comfortably,
in a mysticism that spent us both.

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