Swathed In Darkness

When swathed in darkness you and I explore,        
If I'm invited in; you afford joy        
Through loss of senses: sight: velvet reward        
Lies behind blindfolds; touch: cuffs you deploy        
Around my dark, cool wrists; freedom: adjust        
The collar with your leash; I'll follow on        
Through crooked corridors, scented with musk;        
I'll know the feel of you before I long        
To sweep my tongue at just the steady pace        
You set while marching me forward to this,        
Your bedchamber; I'm bound to find my place        
Prescribed, because it is the nemesis        
Of fear; anxieties fade in excess        
As I explore your taste: swathed in darkness.