The Blindfold

This blindfold,
wrapped around my skull.
Taking away my sight in duality.
the same place,
the same house
in which I was taken furtively,
pushed past my knees
in almighty burglary.
I come back here
suspend my drunken skeleton
and feel my way through the darkness of doubt.
The senses heave and sigh
and slip through the reluctance of sight.
You two, the two for the win.
the same two that protected my sanity
when it was about to cave in.
So dark are my intentions,
it seems to have twisted me,
turned me into a beastly being.
I'm looking for illuminating sensuality,
but instead find guiltless infidelity.
Yet, I proceed shamelessly.
Watch your husband fuck me,
make me feel guilty,
even though your denial treats
you to a pleasure of losing stability.
The body you want to be,
imagine you could take from me,
so your husband would have no need.
I rise above this mentality,
for I'm aware I'm axillary,
my body being temporary.
I moan satisfactorily,
in the darkness of the moist blindfold.