Warm sheets and a golden bed, <br />Trembling ego and a whispering glance, <br />Sultry fingers and a tempting touch! <br />All I need to master the geography of your body. <br />Oh, how I wish to travel the length of that land. <br /> <br />Land, with nights of black wavy silk… <br />… silk to cover my neck, my bosom and the curve of my back. <br /> <br />Land, with a “milk-moon” in sprouting spring… <br />… spring to grow gardens of ylang-ylang on my wet, quivering lips. <br /> <br />Land, with hills on curvy, velvety roads… <br />… roads to lead me back to the roots of my ‘cosmic’ voyage. <br /> <br />Land, with wells on soft, suave deserts… <br />… deserts to rest my head before I quench my fervent thirst. <br /> <br />Land, with valleys of sacred frankincense… <br />… frankincense to infatuate the breeze, as I bend my head to worship. <br /> <br />Land, with rivers of honey sweet wine… <br />… wine to keep me besotted, till I start this journey all over again. <br /> <br />Broken bounds and a daring will, <br />Conquering gallantry and a poised heart, <br />Docile sins and a muted repentance! <br />All I need to master the geography of your body. <br />Oh, how I wish to travel the breadth of that land! <br /> <br />Land, with…<br /><br />Silent Fingers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/geography-of-your-body-by-silent-fingers/
