My hands sail
with seasoned ****** steering
  precision
slowly southward,
along the waves
  of your hair,
before beaching along
        silky skinned shores.

Navigating marked territory
my fingertips travel,
      tracing
  southwardly patiently
journeying my modern odyssey
along your ribcage paved path
  towards my epicurean mecca
of lush fuzzed meadows
while you cling to me
in our linen pastures
with cosied ivy proximity.

Your spread spent body
      covers the disheveled
    bedspread,
  soaking wet
skin glistening
  bronze,
  from a
first placed finish.