You are a distant land
One I will never reach. Never touch. Never fully claim.
And yet I want to know your geography.
Every inch of your tempting, tender terrain.
I want to uncover your lovely, luscious landscape.
Study you from each perfect, precious, peerless, perspective
Map your marks, covet your curves, lust over your lines, ache for your angles.
I want to discover you,
I want to uncover you
and cover you
I want to be thrilled by my journey to the very heart of you
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by John Markese
apologies for the hoarse voice – in meetings all day