Blindfold

Tighten the blindfold
securely love,
let no light leak,
as I set out
to commit
your bodyscape
to memory.

My hands
move slowly
over your neck
and shoulders
stairstepping
down your spine
crossing that
sensuous threshold
twixt back and
kneading more.
You sigh
and turn over
then giggle
as my hands
capture your feet
tickling lightly.
Tracking slowly upward
ankle, knee, thigh
skirting round
your perimeter
to finger your navel
before cupping
each breast
flattening
the pliant flesh
till nipple indentations
are forever impressed
in the centre
of my palm.

My nose catalogues
the rich herbal
aroma of your hair
the soft scent
of jasmine daubed
on your neck,
the faint musk
under your arms
then lower,
pausing to savour
the rich fragrance
of your desire.

My tongue
must follow
first tentatively
lapping
your outer petals
then probing deeper
seeking the
sweet salty essence
of your core.

My ears register
your soft whimper
as my mouth
moves upwards
pausing briefly to
excavate your navel
before teasing
your hard nipples
then locking firmly
on your mouth,
My guttural groan
mingles with
your soft whisper
and the wet squish
or our union.

Fleeting
sensory impressions
etched
in my memory.
Yet only
an outline of
of our love.