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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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