My Favourite Journey.....

My Favourite ‘Journey’

I want to go on a journey
traveling by kissing and licking mode
I’m setting of from your eyes and brow,
then cheeks, ears and nose
I’ll linger for a while
exploring full lips around that sweet mouth
Tongue is so vibrant,
on a search of its own, then I’ll be off south

I’ll kiss my way down the neck
then across that delicate throat
Across those slender shoulders,
before I head towards your moat
Then onwards to the ‘Valley of Cleavage’,
I’ll stay and play awhile
Off into in the ‘peaks’, as I see them rise…
they almost glow, what style!

I’ll loiter around in the shadow of those mounds,
as their swelling grows
Then further south and on to ‘Tum Town’
what’s that like? Who knows?
The foundations are always the same,
and there is always a ‘puurrrring’
It’s a lively place, always on the move,
there is always something stirring

Then I’ll be off, down to ‘Thigh Peninsula’
I feel an urgent need
I have to explore both out and inner
and where to plant my seed
A slow trip round the back of the knee
and down the calves I’ll go
Then taking the inner lane back up
I’ll kiss, but oh so slow

I’m looking for some solace,
somewhere to quench my thirst
I’ll probably stop off for lunch
and have a nibble or two first
Arhh desert,…‘Angle Delight’…
oh and with cream as well
Hello little ‘pussy’
what a heavenly place you dwell

I’ve been to places like this before,
but the travesty of deforestation
It breaks my heart to see that bush,
ripped from its’ roots, devastation
A bush, in my opinion,
should be like a typical English meadow
Natural, serene, yet wild and vivacious,
it warms the heart of this fellow

So on with my journey, I digressed a while,
onwards my searching kiss
I’m heading towards the deep forest glade,
to find the pool of life and bliss
If I remember correctly it is buried within a canyon,
that opens as you approach
Like a flower it unfurls, its walls filled with desire
and glisten when kisses encroach

The going gets slippery, as I search that crevice,
for a well concealed hood
The glories to be found, when that hood is unbound,
fills my soul and is oh so good
That tender jewel is the treasure I seek,
but one has to be very careful…of quakes!
As I admire and kiss that jewel to life,
I feel pain in my back from nails that raked

I hang on for the ride, the best in town,
but continue kissing that hard ‘node’
I must ride this quake out, to get to the ‘sauce’,
as another eruption explodes
My fingers are deep in that crevice of love,
trying to find that right ‘spot’
Ah at last… I’ve got it…now
hang once again,... this ride is gonna rock!