Geography Lovers

To trace the contours
of your breasts;
slow to kiss and then your neck
hands in chestnut hair swim;
the arch of your back
as you tempt me in.

To fall and rise
among the covers
not man and wife
but star-crossed lovers that
peak and climb
to such great heights
on many a moonless,
starless night.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011