Tease your senses

You can't know how real pleasure is, 

Until you see without your eyes, 

It's the feel of your lips, hot on my skin, that has me clenching hard with my thighs. 

The plains of your face,make me  feel like I'm blind,wih your five o'clock shadow being read like brail, down to your lips, where my sanity starts to fail. 

Hands touch, sensations, my body is the treasure map, and you're searching for gold, needing me, there's no regret. For now I know the pleasures of what's been called at times, the little death.