winter is a lover's season
and I want it all.
I don't want to wait
I'm a glutton.
I want your touch, your taste
I want your impressiveness
buried in a glove of lust.
out in the snow
upon a flannel blanket
I want our bodies slick
by iced rapture fallen, yet content
in its new home.
let winter's yawning eyes
catch us in the act,
jealous of our 'we'.
the hues of her mane will blaze blue and silver
from frost shimmering in the limbs of naked forests
chanting dance!
dance!
you keep secrets from her
as you bring life back to my core
by a wintry groove of melting and moving
in glacial grace.
let me play on your body,
while I open myself to you.
enter my abode.
invite me to share your bread,
I will invite you to dip it in my soul.
drink from the well,
quench your thirst.
abandon me in ritual after ritual
in search of flavors,
of satisfaction.
my spine arches high for Sagittarius,
you generate, expel and exchange heat.
our bodies bow to their natural vibrations
in the quiet winds of winter night.
while celebration of the feast
is written to silence.
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-in-december-erotic/
