Uncharted and Undiscovered

Yet another metaphor...

You are a territory
Unmarked and undiscovered by me
Yet.
To start: your eyes.
They are small sink holes
Their power unnoticeable at first
Until I misstep, and sink in.
I don't struggle, though.
It seems I'm deeper than I thought
And besides, sinking is surprisingly pleasant.

Next: your cheeks.
Smooth and sculpted hills
Crafted by God at his own hand
They seem promising land
To plant my lips.
Allowing them to flourish a prosper
Into everything they can become.

Then: your lips.
Smooth rivers that flow smoothly
With water so clear you can see the bottom
Making them seem more shallow
That they truly are.
Dangerous if you drown,
Refreshing if you can swim.
If you overestimate your control with them,
You will regret it.

That's just your face;
A land unto itself,
Formidable yet alluring to maneuver.
There's still miles of territory
Uncharted and undiscovered by me
Yet.

Still I wonder
How many feet have crossed
These paths and roads,
Met their fate in these sinkholes,
Planted their own lips in this land,
Drunk from these rivers.

It worries me
Who may have discovered and charted
This territory before me.

Yet I tread on but tread lightly,
Determined to familiarize myself
With the terrain that is You.

Author's Note

I'm into metaphors, if you've read my other pieces...I hope you like them.