Blind Love

Soft voices murmur
Sweet sounds of love,
Fingers trace flesh
A delicate touch of a dove.

Sightless eyes see
Through sensitive fingers,
Tongues darting and tasting
Over womanly and manly spots to linger.

Breathing in musky scents
of each others charms,
An excitement rising
In a tangle of legs and arms.

Proud phallus rises,
Eager to please,
The blind lover positions
Between her open knees.

His fingers dip into
The moist and warm honeyed-pot,
Deftly seeking out
Her most sensitive spot.


Her delicate hand is heated
With uncontrollable lust ,
Grasping him to guide him home.
He obliges her whim with a firm thrust.

She approves with an impassioned moan,
And a lifting of hips to meet
Each and every thrust,
Melding into an orgasm so sweet.

Their two enmeshed bodies,
Wriggle and writhe.
Moans and groans preparing
For the final orgasmic tide.

Unbridle passions flare,
Man and woman lost in body and soul,
Slam together one last final time,
A washed in their orgasm’s goal.

Exhausted and fulfilled,
Though both are devoid of sight,
They kiss and hug languidly,
Immersed in love’s blind light.