He imagines his hand
in the place of hers,
a wandering explorer
on the map of her skin,
never in a rush,
taking its time
from one wonderful scene
to another, mapping
her responses from mound
to valley and peak,
the contours of her flesh
becoming a familiar landscape,
paths between her landmarks
retraced, again and again.
26.06.-01.07.2025
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