beneath the down, warm slick ridges yield to pressure, fingers tracing the lines written with rattan
curving up the slope, straining for the summit, plunging off the crest deep into the shadowed depths
the geography of your body is a cartographer’s dream, all thoroughly explored by disciplined surveying
paper crackles when I step
an old Esso map
creases worn thin
a souvenir of our last road trip, back when we had few responsibilities and fewer cares, our only goals to fuck
then fuck some more
sliding under the covers, morning cock crowing, driving forward between the parted hillocks
remembering the first time we plunged into Terra Incognita, the dark tunnel resisting eager efforts
the hiss you make now, reminds me of the hot springs, a memory of long ago when a map still excited us
Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
I really love how you have done this, LS, not only the structure of the poem but also the nostalgia and good memories you have captured in it. Lovely!
Rebel xox
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Thanks, Rebel. I wanted to write a poem since I saw the prompt on Sat. It took until yesterday to actually create.
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So beautifully soulful; it left me with shivers.
Please write more erotic poetry. It’s always so emotive, accomplished and astute: I love it so much.
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I will consider it. I do miss writing poetry. My poetic style is so different from my fiction, the transition is difficult to make.
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Yes, I completely understand that difficulty. I wonder if dedicating an extended period of time to one then the other may be beneficial.
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Oh, I love this! A map of memories…
Beautiful.
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Thank you. Our bodies retain the lines of our past.
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Driving forward between the parted hillocks….you are genius, my friend 🙂
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It’s interesting, nora, that a phrase in prose such as that would be labeled ‘purple’, but parted hillocks in poem is ‘genius’. 🙂
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In this context, I think it’s fabulous! 🙂
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“Our only goals to fuck, then fuck some more” captures my current relationship status. This is gorgeous writing – I love love love the semantics and form!!!
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Is this current relationship meeting your needs then? Thank you for your love of writing. I appreciate the enthusiasm for form.
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It is, in many, many ways. I was being cheeky. 😀
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Being cheeky=being spanked. 😉
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Yessssss – always the response I hope for!!!
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Beautiful writing, lovely story, so poignant too! More poems please…
Indie xx
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Thanks, Indigo. I will certainly write more poems them 🙂
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