Love's Sound Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Love's Sound
my fingers trace the imaginings
of your magnetic being
trying desperately to
find the boundary of my desire.
your skin is water
and your hands air
as you take my nest
into your palm.
Feeling the warmth
of this place
you start to melt away
in drops of honey as we kiss.
Murmur the sweetest sounds Love
and slowly I will open my mouth
to undress them all
hearing nothing, but us.
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9/22/2024 3:50:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sensual and subtle indeed. Gina.