Charted Explorations

He drinks from her full pouty lips
Tasting her inner being
Tantalizing
Enticing
a glutton for punishment
His passion builds
Igniting burning desires
That runs deep within
He devours her
Fully with his mouth
Then with his firm hands
His breath hot
Steamy against her flesh
Smelling of her delicious sex
She taste his weathered lips
As if her luscious juices
Were a sacred ceremonial aged wine
As the ritual begins
Between the two
Erotic motions
Stimulating movements
They dance with their eyes
Filled with passion and desire
Their hands
Their bodies
His hands search her soft warm flesh
Tracing his journey
Creating a pathway
Rough fingertips
Gracefully move
Yet the dance masculine
Moving over welted marks
Trimmed with the colors
Of a sailor’s sunset
She gasps a breath
She swallows hard
As if each touch was the first
Each a new beginning
A shivers runs through her spine
As if his fingertips were cold like ice
He was filled with questions
Curious
Exploring her body
Every inch touched
Teased
Causing her moistened heat to rise
Rivulets of glistening
Droplets race down her creamy
Toned inner thighs
His mouth opens wide
He bites her nape
Arousing her body
Teasing her erotically
She dances before him
Playing her like a fine tuned instrument
Soft cries calling to him
She trembles
She quivers
Knees weaken
Under his feathery light touch
A beautiful sculpted landscape
Owned by him
Marked as his
And his alone
To explore and investigate
To delve into
Analyze every movement
Her body makes
Driving her wild
Filling her with lust
Finding his journey
A passage an exploration
An adventure he began
Now needing to finish
What he began
Now a charted quest.