The Cartographer

Finger tips gently glide over the frame of your face. Pulling you to me, my hands mold the lines of your nose and lips, the heels of my palms towards your eyes, fingers entwining your hair, grasping and pulling your head back to stretch the soft skin and expose your neck.

Breath gasps from your throat, suddenly tight and vulnerable, I have done nothing but expose a desire.
My hands release your hair and trail down to your neck,
circling, finger tips finding the hollow where your neck meets sternum.
Palms flat against your chest pinky to thumb, measuring and recording the breadth of your body from nipple to nipple, the length of your spine as I turn you to face the wall. 

Arms over head, palms flat, legs spread. 

I will press myself to you, gauging inch by inch breath by breath how my body lines to yours. 

I will measure you with the length of me. How we fit together, your back to my front, how our curves and creases meet bone and hard lines melts to soft.

I breathe you in, you smell like dove soap and winters cold.
I am taking my time cataloguing you. Call me a cartographer, for I shall map your every surface, inside and out, I will chart new pathways into you to find the hidden places where you didn’t know pleasure is found. 

My lips trace the ridges of your vertebrae and teeth sink to goose flesh raised waiting for my tongue to taste.

Arms circle, fingers playing the piano of your ribs.
Leaving red lines from my nails across the skin.
I will not play gently, but not so hard as to break. 

I can taste sweet tension, heat rising from your body in waves as my hand smacks against waiting skin, tight with sudden pain and heat, my lips caress the red raised palm print. 

I know you want to turn from the wall.

The rise and swell of your desire like tides across your body for me to sail, to conquer, I will ride your salty waters and deliver us safe to new shores.
Gently fingers lap at your firm flesh, teasing highwater, I will traverse your folds and waves until your lustful ocean breaks free.

I said stay still. 

Your breath ragged, like the rocky shore line, I will slide my body between the wall and you, bringing you to me, I wrap one leg around your hips, your hands still against the wall, I will pull you to me. 

And we bask in this estuary.

Call me Captain, for I have sailed these waters, bucking my body on your rough seas until the storm passed to lay calm and cool in this safe harbor.