1,2,3,4,5 Senses Working Overtime

You know how shrubs living in the shadow of a tree...
Are sickly and cannot flourish
Deprived of the light?
Well, it's the same with your senses
Touch, Taste, Smell,
Hearing.
Humour.
They are blinded by Sight

So,
Tonight,
We will let them
Have free reign close
Your eyes, my dear, and I
Will close mine and turn off
The light
Listen to my voice and smell
This glass
Of wine. And taste it.
Then, let your fingers feel
My face as mine
trace the contours of yours.

Let us have
A Blind Date