YOUR LANDING STRIP

Love, lead me to your landing strip.
I saw it in our skinny dip.
It had me entranced right away,
to know you better in the hay.
That double stripe of pubic hair
invites more than a lecher's stare;
the Brazil waxer's creation
elicits my admiration -
work of art - minimalistic -
tugs at strings animalistic.

Allow your ever-loving chap
to rest his face amidst your lap
and kiss it up-down with his lips
while his shoulders support your hips,
as well as upon skin left bare
(you'll know how my beard feels down there).
Then let my tongue explore you deep
until with rousing you do seep
and your rising vocal urging
bids my front end in yours merging.