My hands sail

with seasoned seaman steering

  precision

slowly southward,

along the waves

  of your hair,

before beaching on

        silky skinned shores.

 

Navigating marked territory

my fingertips travel,

      tracing

  southwardly patiently

journeying my modern odyssey

along your ribcage paved path

  towards my epicurean mecca

of lush fuzzed meadows

while you cling to me

in our linen pastures

with cosied ivy proximity.

 

Your spread spent body

      covers the disheveled

    bedspread,

  soaking wet

skin glistening

  bronze,

   from a

first placed finish.