Geography of Love
It’s a burst of dynamic chaos when you look at me.
Those eyes that trail my bodies valleys, with their deep brown earthy hue.
The orgasmic sensation of your lips caressing my bare shoulders
As you lay your hand ever so gently on my lower back.
The sweet taste on your neck as I sink
Deeper into its dimensions.
But what is deeper than the sound of your voice
As I slip into a trance of your most inner thoughts and workings.
You allow me into your universe with each waking thought that crosses your ever wandering mind.
You are delectable,
My Love,
My King.
This poem is about:
Me
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