Topography.

You pinned me against the wall

like a map of your favorite landscape.

Your hands began to roam my body-

wandering down its untrodden paths,

exploring its caves and crevices with thirsty anticipation,

circling its spurs and valleys with an unquenchable wanderlust;

Your mouth scaled its gradual heights

and your tongue teased its peaks,

your lips marked territorial boundaries all over its expanse.

Our bodies clashed like tectonic plates,

as I quaked beneath you, shivering,

my chest heaving, breathlessly.

Your eyes then surveyed me and lit up with the delight

of having traveled and tasted the very sights they beheld.

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