write me a poem
of promise and lust.
put your pen
to paper as you would
put your hand
to me;
your fingers
on my neck,
your thumb easing
tight beneath.
push a slick trail
on virgin page and tell me
in words I can hold
in my mouth, savoring
your intents as pulp
between my teeth.
slip what you want of me
into language that rolls
on my tongue, clings
to my lip.
write what you need of me
in silk or lace and pull
the verse tight
about my breasts.
make me inhale
sharply as I read.
give me words that knot
in my hair.
draw my face down
till my whispers barely fit
between me
and your poem.
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-for-a-lover-erotic/
