He started his journey on the day that they
wed,
By kissing her gently upon the crown of her
head,
Travelling quietly down to the crest of her
brow,
He loved her then, but he loved her more now.
To her eyelids, cheeks & to the bridge of
her nose,
He had a lifetime to go, to get to the tip of
her toes,
He planted kisses, in the hollow of her lily
white throat,
Stopping in the valley of her breasts, silky
& remote.
He kissed each pink nipple, rounded belly &
mound,
Between sweat-slicked thighs, where secrets
are found,
Upon the sweep of her calf & within bend
of her knee,
Down her legs to her feet, while kissing all
he could see.
He travelled her skin with his lips & his
eyes very kind,
Wishing to sail in her veins & to fly through
her mind,
His long journey then ended, with her parting
of lips,
Where he stopped to drink, slaking thirst in
small sips.
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