Look into my eyes,
let your hands see for you instead.

My heavy-lidded gaze means my body
understands the language
of your touch.

It is a dialect known to all,
but the nuances are only fully appreciated
when accompanied by familiarity.

Your deft fingers know
every rise and curve,
and each secret softness of my flesh.

Like a much-read book,
which falls open to a favorite passage,
so is my body to the ministrations
of your caress.

You already know the story,
but it only serves to whet your appetite
for the denouement.