Body Atlas

Because your body is a road map
I read and follow each and every
direction, the trip everlasting;
Planning to travel the distance
starting from the tips of toes to
Wherever pleasure commutes.
Awaiting to find where it ends
But each ending goes on and on,
So I become at ease around your navel
Warm hug around the hips
my lips sweep across your center
Your moaning is the door bell,
honey, Im home.

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