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what to call that uncharted area

(uncharted by me)

of your intimate goosebumps



which collides with excitement

in your wistful stride



a well traveled intersection

plotted in thoughts and

designed on a graphic notions



a calculation on the cutting apex of my tongue

that can dot an i or trace an x and y curve

with the best of them



but is only found through

navigation in a tent

filled with lusty ardor

in the wilderness



let the silly elocution of words

bounce

            carefree

from one neuron to another

in the synapses of your flesh



and let you and i uncovered

the arousal of your geography

in the confines a amorous enclosure



where passion condenses

on the synthetic walls

of your temporary retreat



yes i say, with tongue in cheek

loaded with tease and pleasure



let me tell a story of you leaning side to side

and i put words inside your lips that ripple

to and fro



as i wander lost in the suggestion

of your uncharted wilderness

of what is and what could be



a comedy of embracing textures

presented in a movie about tactile meandering

with a musical sound track created by

the endearing sound of your zipper

heading south, due south

as in the dew on a obscene orchid

being cultivated by earthy indulgences



the horticulture of a romance language

that can only be harvested after pretense

has been cultivated into your whimsy



the same way delicate honeymoon panties

spun from the threads of a spiderweb

dance rings around the secular thoughts



flexing with your thighs and the jungle

of your uncharted titillation



take this presumptuous proposals

and conceal it in doilies

of nightstand lingerie



hide it from mature audiences



hide it from your mother



she should never see these graphic blueprints



but i fear she will, not because it is so good

but because you are so mischievous



and because someone has to see

what giggles you around a word

and puts the excitement in your stride

as you wistfully collied with intimate thoughts



as innocent as tomorrow



as this poem attempts to do

while making me

better than i am

better than i could be



but better for finding a poem

that means i can justify the ends

of your intimate terrain

and where it meets up

with goosebumps