Slick Cartography

Heady, potent.

~

(inhale)

~

Your syrup

Lines my throat,

~

(exhale)

~

As the taste

Lingers

On my tongue.

~

(inhale)

~

My fingers,

Like pushpins

On a map,

Where you've been.

~

(exhale)

~

Your presence felt.

~

(in too deep)

~

Let's spend

The rest of our days,

Treading those familiar

Pathways.

~

(not deep enough)

~

On each other's

Bodies,

Like a favourite hiking trail,

Where the seeing scents

Of pine, moist grass, and snowdrops

Fills me with joy,

~

(in too deep)

~

Like your own warm,

Moist and thick aroma.

~

(not deep enough)

~

Trace the lines —

That sparkle under lowlight —

Glistening, slick.

~

(inhale)

~

Watching as you

Take your own trip,

With lips and fingers,

Swallowing whole

The fragrant

Landmark,

Monument

Of my lust.

~

(exhale)

~

Passion explored,

Desire never fully

Conquered.

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