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