Innuendoes were woven within each pressure
point of his embrace upon her being, oral
expressions were versed within probing
fingers as they were proficient in understanding.

Stimulating her positions of enjoyment, murmurs
were the braille of his perception, and he read her
well before even a touch was entitled upon.
Waiting moments had counted down to this joining.

As lips wandered like a Shepard herding the feelings of
her body to points she hadn't realized, he collected all her
urges in a inception of gathering dew, that he tasted with
haste. Fingers were a delicacy from her origin to his emotions.

Her breath upon his lips sticky as tongues delivered silent
messages to another's attention, woven silk was moist
between accents of loves intentions. No words were spoken
only the smiles of elation that swam in each others eyes.

His fingers read the words that
his eyes could not see, for even
Though words weren't observed
He saw what he needed to read.

"That'll never happen,
"He couldn't do that,

Eyes were blank like paper but
Behind these envelopes were
Pictures birthed from roaming
Fingers gliding into other worlds.

"I am intrigued by what is said,
"Words speak ever so loudly,

He is of patience as he reads with
******* floating above pages.
Where others of sight do not see
Words but only what is seen.

"He reads pages of white silk?
"Crazy old fool.

This old one of hair of grey sitting
Peacefully as he sits in the old chair
Reading in solitude peace. His hands
Decline on other pages words move within.

He wonders the land a staff in hand,
He sees the world in other views.
Reading his stories his spells of unwritten
Words, he smiles at those passing.

*"Though I am blind I see everything in clear sight,