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The Human Descent Into The Throes Of Passion
(11/26/1971 / New York)

The Human Descent Into The Throes Of Passion

Poem By Eila Mahima Jaipaul

In your eyes I see my prison
visions of sweet sweat,
trailing the curve above your waist
visions of lust
promises of ecstasy’s sin
to flower upon my decadent hunger
and bloom from your being.
soft circles dance over, around, across,
awakening and arousing whispers auctioned in passion.
it is my secret, those words,
spoken as vespers
morphing into words
cried in breaths of consummation
I will drink until my appetite is laid bare
and I reach the salvation of the truth of desire

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breathy, seductive, delightful! ! Jon.
Perhaps saturated with desire.


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