a Journey into you

Journey across intercostal spaces
Centering to the sternum
Down linea alba
The white line south to a
roundabout navel
Feathery kisses and a
circling tongue

Invoking a moan and the
first signs of surrender
I position my thumbs over
inguinal canals
Resting palms
Wrapping fingers
Breathing warmth upon
unfolding petals

Mons glistening
silk cavern
anticipating
my arrival

I
do
not
disappoint