he had been everywhere,
but he was happiest
traversing her landscapes,
whispering along her
hills and valleys.

he knew it all, having
mapped out every inch;
even in the darkest of
nights, he knew her

knew the blonde curls
falling just a bit past
her shoulders, the words
etched gracefully into her
skin, the curve at the
small of her back…

(being inside her,
the breath on his neck
and the body wrapped
tightly around his,
was paradise.)