The Blindfold
And what it adds
A silk blindfold
adorning her beautiful visage
her hair glistening
My heart beating strong
yet melting too
She was all I could want
Caressing her cheek
then plucking her nipples
on the sagging sisters
which I tease and torment
Her gasps told their own story
As my fingers claimed
little victories
We each know our need
for the other
Yet the battle ensues
When I touch her
in her moist place
My fingers feel
her living hungers grow
right there
between
her swollen lips
We find our paradise
Sometimes taking away sight doesn’t mean seeing less. It means allowing trust, touch, and anticipation to guide what happens. Desire changes when it can no longer rely on the eyes.