Street lights wait outside the blinds
We’re blindfolded by black
I explore every inch of you blind
Certain areas cause an arch in your back
Your vulnerable sounds echo
The pleasure won’t let you go
Your hands make out my body
As we make a different type of poetry
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That last line..oh my! ❤️
Great rhyme scheme and hinting descriptions without being blatant.
Thank you sir. I try. Lol