Blindfold

Is this what it is like
to be blind?

There are no faces
no shadows, no light

I am spread out naked
on a table
trussed like a turkey
at a Thanksgiving feast

Heady perfumed
musky body scents
mingle together
and become one

Currents of uncontrolled
goose bumps
on my stripped flesh
expose my desires
in full view

I crave and ache
I need
to be touched

I hunger to be felt
to be grappled
by unknown hands
caressing me

How many hands
touch me now?
I cannot tell

Hardening cocks nudge
against my sweat-drenched body

Mysterious muffled mutterings
filter into my ears
men’s voices
women’s whispers

Gentleness gives way
to decadent command
and with the lure of a magnet
I am pulled like a pin
into a darkness
the blindfold could not reach.