I’d know you 
with my eyes closed 
and my hands tied 
behind my back. 
 
I’d know you 
before you opened 
your mouth to speak or sing 
and before I tasted your lips.
 
I’d know you 
from the warmth of your breath 
and the musk catalogued 
as you in my olfactory database.  
 
I’d know you  
from your step, your breath, your scent, 
but I want all of my senses 
to enjoy you.