Blinded by Delight

Sometimes he helps me gently to a seat,
Placing my hands upon my knees; I wait
To sense the victory in each defeat
That he'll inflict on me; I'd hesitate,
But he selects a blindfold from the desk;
Well, from the scarf pannier that's overfilled;
Quite wittingly, I will evoke interest,
Moist lips half-open, while my sight is stilled;
I won't procrastinate; with zip undone,
His cock is pressed against and, then, into
My mouth, which will attend; as will my tongue;
It llcks, insouciantly, to renew
My faith in his firm ask: he's not dismayed,
To find his instructions blindly obeyed.