Blind Love

There is no dark I fear with you so

Near. I feel your breath calling me.

The rise and fall of heaving breast

In these jet shrouded spaces around us

Are my guide. My hands so glide

Along the curving walkway of

Your legs that open like a book

Before me. My fingers trace

The Braille that is your body.

Paragraphs. Pages. The chapters I touch

Until, together, we reach the end

While anxiously awaiting the sequel.

11 comments

  1. Ok, so this is one of the most erotic things I have ever read! The words you chose to create images of intimacy are beautiful, but the poem is not beauty, it is heat and desire, it is stripped to the skin.

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