Landscapes of You

As I rise at dawn and look out upon this landscape
It’s got nothing on you babe.

The mountains can’t touch your heights which I climb
In the morning light and the fertile valley
below is where I’ll go to set up my campfire
and have a weeny roast every night.

Let me fall down hard against your snowy soft skin and make
snow angels with my tongue as I go deep in.

The rivers and streams that meander around me can’t
get any wetter than your bed as I lie at your shore .
Maybe I’ll take a swim in your deep lake and paddle
down to the waterfall where I hear it’s a gusher.

The pinks and reds that I bring out in your cheeks and lips
as you gyrate those hips  below stir the four winds
to blow me away off this wind swept peak of yours
that I cling to with barely a fingertip.

I’ve packed lots of rations, trail mix, water and
peanut butter cups to keep my energy up.
My hike is not over by far, because I’ve got many trails to cover.
I can’t leave any one spot untouched or ignored,
The beauty of this mysterious place I call
paradise must be explored.

The smell of clover and dandelions pervade my senses
as I drink your  sweet scent in.
The nearness of you is nature in its most erotic essence
bottled in the pores of
your skin.

So I’ll turn from the window
and return to bed
back to the landscapes of you.