in the moment
right before
the tip of your tongue
touches
an eternity passes
with a flood
of heat
passing
its pleasure
consuming me
with desire
my body awash
in my own
passionate dwelling
deep and wanting
soaked
I float
mind connected
to body
connected
to soul
waiting
to be connected
by
the tip of your tongue
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desire-soaked/
