The Place

I’ve been searching a place, The place for my face Where it seeks solace… I love the way, You graze my face With the stubble of your chin On unshaven days... The contours of my lips Tracing your throat Those steady warm breaths Caressing my face… Yet I keep going down To seek another place And find more respite In your loving embrace So while you lie down I nest on your chest Sucking in peace… I take some rest Yet the lover in me Remains unsatiated… So I go further down On a voyage of discovery To find the ideal place – A place for my face. Lo and Behold! I find it at last… No – it was not to be Your chin, your throat, Nor your chest… Yet, I find a home For my face… A nice, new haven Soft and mushy, Warm and slushy… Searching and seeking, I quench my thirst Sipping you gently, I satiate myself And lying down there, With the feel of your skin, The touch of your bristles, The smell of your sweat… I snuggle off to sleep, Comforted and cosy In your heavenly place… Indeed – It is a lovable place To be deemed fit as: The Place for my Face.