A TOPOGRAPHICAL EXPEDITION
Today I will kiss you from the top of your head
to the tips of your toes,
a journey in almost suspended animation,
time swaying, bending and dilly dallying
to accommodate my insatiable hunger.
I will linger long on your forehead
to calm those thoughts
that run around like wild horses,
your eyelids too
to blow away any unpleasant images.
In the nape of your neck I will lose myself,
your hands will have to turn into a search party
to pull me round to your lips,
and then, my beloved, it will take your wild horses
to tug me away from your mouth.
Tugged away from your lips, I find solace on your neck,
lingering in a delightful delirium
until your turn your back to me, and
I am overwhelmed by its contoured expanse
and two dimples crying out for attention.
Lower down, two orbs dominate my galaxy,
with gentle bites and wide-mouthed kisses
I pay my homage in full, past legs
to soles begging to be kneaded,
and this I do readily.
I turn you around, and you pull my face up by scant hairs
and demand a tribute to your breasts,
which I pay willingly,
with gentle strokes, twists, tweaks and twirls and a hungry mouth
that, like you, cannot get enough; but, southward I must go.
But, to delay the inevitable pinnacle,
I follow arms to delectable fingers craving
their tithe or more and pause for a snack.
A navel upon its soft mound
beckons my thirst like a mountain lake.
Circumventing the core, I navigate thighs
slip down shins, kiss feet, and nibble toes,
before addressing the hidden throne of throes
woken by my attention to
your topographical details galore.