Again, if you do not see your partner, and do not know what comes next - no matter what a good idea of that you may have - the anticipation of it holds you suspended.

Better than a slow strip-tease. If you can cope with fear.

For, however trusting you are, and sure that it is a game, there is something of the darkness in being completely enveloped in black and clueless about the pattern your actions in bed will take.

Is making love 'give and take'? What is my 'taking' then, as the creature reduced to object? I can't pout, I can't tease. I cannot whisper naughty or sweet nothings.

But I can...

...

Trust.

Obey.

And wait.

I listen to my body in a way which is usually denied to me when my full senses are allowed. When only body positions and the weighty touch of a man's hands are the language I can understand, what is there to listen to but his power to own and the thrill of surprise?

You will push me down and guide my mouth where your pleasure resides. The darkness around me will focus my mind on the task in hand, as I shall perform as the only actor in the eternal theatre our bedroom is.

I am unique in my anonymity.

I am the sole instrument of your enjoyment.

You will take me and I shall not know whether I am reclined on my back or forward on my front, for the only sensation I feel is your eager visit, the only exchange of flesh your parting and entering.

I soak in and out.

You can touch me and possess me, but I am still in my own universe, where senses speak to a mind as bright and alert as the eyes convey utter emptiness. Will you enter it as you enter me?

Not for the faint-hearted, and not for cheap thrills.

You need love to join, and trust to love.

I feel his release trickle between my legs, and it is only in my mind again. For I am still wrapped in black plastic, and my own flesh should have no messages for my brain.

It is when the scissors come out to tear through the sheets that I shiver and come back to reality.

The blades caress my skin, moist with perspiration.

To allow the closeness of that cut, I must love you beyond repair.