Imagining I am blind
I wait in a room with eyes closed

You enter delicately, slipping off shoes
Kicking them aside, just so

As you move closer
Buttons loosen
Zippers hum

I hear clothes fall to the floor
As you move my way
Then the mattress sighs
accepting your weight

Closer still
The rustle of silk pulled over your head
And you lean into me

Not a whisper
Only the softest of sounds
Hands on shoulders
lips, parting

*600-670 Terahertz -rootbeer277

**for hunt05, by request

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