George Peele and Sammy T perform a spoken-word piece about touch and intimacy. The speaker asks to be blindfolded, wants to "see with my hands," and frames a partner's body as braille to read.
Chapters
Extinguish the lights.
Better yet, blindfold me.
I'd like to see with my hands.
Touch is a beautiful thing.
My sight is very much intact.
Never been blind and you see.
But if you don't mind.
I'd like to pretend Your body is the braille that I read.
Don't get me wrong, I like books.
Live at the library.
And I'm attached to my eyes. Surprise, surprise. Sight is a beautiful thing.
But please just trust me for a moment.
Role playing's fun, you see.
I hope you won't mind.
Cause I'd like to pretend Your body is the braille that I read.
Variety's the spice of life. That is what they say. While we mix it up, love, let my hands make your day. Am I inducing goosebumps? If not, they're on their way. Why don't we mix it up, love? I want to feel your heart rate.
Extinguish the lights.
But not the heat that we feel.
I'm dying to see with my hands.
Touch is a beautiful thing.
So please just trust me for an hour or three or six. Role playing's fun. Guarantee.
I know you won't mind.
But I'd like to pretend. Your body is the braille that read.