Love me scentless.
leave me lingering in negative space.
Love me sightless.
cover my vision with thick black lace.
Love me soundless.
devour sound and leave no trace.
Love me through my senses.
Love me senseless, so I can sense this passion burning through my fingertips when I write these sentences.
Because I can only Love you slowly.
I’ve never been good at showing,
but read me.
I use the senses you gave me to creep writings with something of deep meaning into your face at a steady pace.
A love like poetry…
You won’t understand it until the next day.