Explorer.

The air was hot,
Her fingers wet,
from her vulnerability of desire,
Blessed was this moment
of unbearable satisfaction.

As she imagined to herself,
Stay still he grumbled,
As she flinched, ticklish,
His hands mapping out the small feminine body,
That had become his world,
And his preferred place of worship.

Smooth planes, gentle yet well endowed hills,
With their accompanying valleys distracted,
Making for such pleasant and scenic travels.
Lost on silk roads that shivered,
Under inquisitive fingertips.

He had always dreamt of being an explorer,
A new world to explore, he had at his disposal.

HumtY.