Robert W. Birch
From where I lie, nestled between your tender thighs
I see stretching out before me
the spectacular landscape of your beautiful body.
My nose is surrounded by the untrimmed bush
that sprouts upon a bony ridge.
Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood
and your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth.
My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach,
lingering at that shallow crater
where a small gold ring decorates the rim most distant from me.
It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts.
Small firm mountains, a matched set,
twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple
sitting alert as though calling out for attention.
Beyond the mountains your chest and neck
display the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal,
like flowers announcing the coming of spring.
My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lips
that reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure,
save a small upturning of each corner.
Your eyes are tightly closed as you look deep within.
Golden hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face
as you are swept up in the avalanche of your arousal.
Your face reveals no recognition of my presence,
for you are swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures.
As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to you,
I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body.
Your indelible image is imprinted on my mind
and in fantasy, I will swallow you up.
My mouth will consume you, taking you in
and you becoming a part of me and I of you
until the plains heave up, the mountains shake,
and the bodyscape before me erupts with the fury
buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul.
©2001 Robert W. Birch
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