it’s not just words that fall.
each curved letter is an intense need
that reigns unbridled,
surrounded by a hush of bitten lower lipped sighs.
something is there;
taut, eyes-gone-wide, there.
the visage of blatant sex, there.
the kind of drape
from being poured naked
onto a wrinkled bed, there.
and, it all falls open in
whetted desire slid onto palms
to feed skin, moaning poetry.
masturbated and exhausted
those pouting full words
are content to leave their pieces,
dangerously spread.
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-it-means-erotic/
