Her body is a rich landscape
My fingers traverse
Her hills and valleys
Stunning peaks shine brightly
Nipped
Ripped
The shudder of an avalanche
Foreseen
Fingers trace
Inked pictures
Which speak of dreams and desires
Sensitively
My fingers dance
The deepest valley
Sweet aromas
Lead me to
Her cave of delight
Stripped of all
Yet magnificent delights
Hidden beneath
Velvet folds
Entering her cave
Fingers feel
The building dampness
Caressing her walls
Then
Memories chiseled deep
As the flood erupts
Fingers clinging on
Amidst the tumult
