(11/26/1971 / New York)

My Greatest Lover

in your eyes desire reigns free
your soft hands are without compare
your tongue without rival
caressing lips rove my landscape
amid your legs there resides no peace
arms carry my weight and need with ease
gently you offer my soul what others tried to...
a place where it longs to be.
you have moved me with your love
in a way no other ever has
there is only paleness and dust in your wake.

by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

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