The Landscape

Looking at the landscape
His eyes gazed upon the smooth round curves a symmetrical aesthetic,
the beauty,
a place of a belonging

His hands reached out to touch,
                                   to feel,
                                                the softness,

the curves of her cheek,
tracing the outline of her mouth

His hands caressed her shoulders and gently, playfully
swept across her breasts,
the flat of her stomach
running his hand down her leg as
                                     his lips,
                                               his tongue,
tasted her tit, her nipple
as his hand entered her

Feeling her hips rise as he mounted her
The landscape lay naked letting him know
he is home...

Tasting her mouth, hearing her moan
as he plowed her garden
making sure it was moist and well taken cared of

Lying naked, a passion spent
as he traced once more the outline of the landscape