Landscape or Portrait

Your body is a rich landscape

My fingers traverse

your voluptuous hills and valleys

Stunning peaks

shine brightly

Nipped

Ripped

The shudder of an avalanche

Foreseen

Fingers trace

inked pictures

which speak of

dreams and desires

Sensitively

my fingers dance

the deepest valley

Sweet aromas

lead me to

her cave of delight

Stripped of all

yet magnificent delights

hidden beneath

velvet folds

Entering your cave

my fingers feel

the building dampness

adorning your walls

Then our memories

are chiseled deep

As the flood erupts

Fingers clinging on

amidst the tumult