A shadow traverses your landscape.
My fingers will follow that shadow
Until they hover above the hillside of your breast.
Your lips –
Clouds glowing in the dusk .
My lips –
Rain falling from your clouds
Until day breaks to part them all again.
A tremble is felt in your heart
held in the earth below.
My ground responds in earnest.
The feeling will surge through us
As if we’ve been holding our breath
Until we’ve broken the surface.
In-
Out-
In-
Out-
Face to face,
So close you can feel each pulse.
Arms over shoulders,
So close I can feel you expand and contract.
Legs over torso,
So close I can hear you say, ‘almost’.
Your body’s warmth
like a sun
Dissolves my senses.
Synesthesia makes me pensive.
What land of yours
would you have me feel now?
I listen to your ambient hum of your touch.
Taste from the brook of your happiness.
Inhale, deep, the air around each fleeting feeling.
Sensation like the seas.
Crashing waves on your shore.
Until I dive below.
And should the tide pull me back to you
I would gladly greet the sand
-No drier than I left it-
To breach your ebb and flow
and see your smile again
from the low rolling dunes.
Back to the lands we’ve made
In an evening,
Somehow both wondering
Where have we gone?
Rest assured
We will go there again.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fpr722/topography_an_erotic_poem_mf