With all the skill
of a
seasoned cartographer
he mapped
out her gentle contours
his fingers
gently tracing
both hill and valley
the soft rolling
plains
and pausing to drink
from her wadi
water both salty and sweet
his fingers
charted the grasslands
and the softly scented caves beyond
each inch carefully
inked with both tongue
and wetted wanton
kisses
the whole landscape
laid
out before him
to be enjoyed
at his own leisure