baby, you may be blind as a bat but I need you to begin memorizing the bumps on my skin like braille and interpret my world with your fingertips
take it one letter at a time no need to rush learning is a slow process when you're just using touch
visualize, now, what you find the feeling of my flesh is too divine it blinds you from the endless blackness hiding from inside
sense the glow that's on the surface read the vibrations pulsing from my veins but I will not let you cut them open, for sight you would surely regain
I wrote the first stanza of this poem a helluva long time ago, but I thought I would expand on the idea I had. The end product is actually a lot darker than I originally planned; oh well :)