surely they could not have felt
the wonder and trepidation
wandering your landscapes, amazed
by the glory of what I behold.
hair spun auburn silk
eyes of melting blue
tiny arch of nose
and your mouth, oh
it unsettles, it sings, it calls
ruby red, quirked in Cupid's bow
tonguetip caressing underlip
in I-dare-you challenge.
Challenge accepted, offer confirmed --
buttons are popped, catches snapped
and your armorweave protection
at your feet
White: so alabaster, so fine, so strong
textured like marble, but so soft, so giving
your flesh yields beneath my touch
and sighs, moans, whispering gasps
Your back arches, your hips sway, your hair curtains your face
that intense gaze, sparing me
from its piercing spike.
Your mouth finds mine.
Your tongue fills my mouth. I kiss a piece of the clean sun.
Your note vibrates along the strings of my psyche,
drawn out and drawn out and drawn out
shivering through from bones to balls to brain
and making each tingle unbearably.
Your soft hand wraps around me
Your mouth tastes my clear nectar.
Your liquid center accepts me
fired with heat, softness, purpose.
Your secret smile is ages old.
I am unmade, not unmanned, by your intensity.
Not for the first time I wonder
if this is how explorers felt