Landscape

Down, down, down, I go.
To secret, earthy places.
My lips blaze a trail,
my tongue follows.
Fingers come behind.
Clever, wicked fingers
that pluck and pinch and tweak.
You lay before me,
a landscape of hills and valleys,
and I feel small and nervous
as I explore.
As I wander.
As I go spelunking.
Your breath is wind,
your voice is thunder,
your climax like an earthquake.
I am washed away,
in a flood of pleasure,
left battered and gasping
and lost.
Utterly and completely,
lost.