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Treasure hunting

 
I hold you close
and begin my search.
My hands hold your head,
my mouth finds yours.
I kiss your lips,
mimicking
what is to come.

I hold you close.
My mouth moves down
to trace the line
from your throat
to your breast,
that I cup in my hand.

I hold you close.
(I need no map);
my fingers trace the way
to the pretty hill
and the little cleft
that I can cause
to open with a touch.

I hold you close.
You let my tongue
enter and probe
the place within,
mimicking
what is to come.




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