I Want A Blind Girl Poem by James Walter Orr

I’ll go get a pretty young blind girl.
I'll do it in just a few days.
She can't see these long years,
Nor my aches, pains and fears,
Nor find error in all of my ways.

When passing her hands o'er my body,
She can't tell I'm naught but a lad.
She can not tell that there,
Is gray mixed with my hair,
But the sight of her form drives me mad.

When I give her body caresses,
If I start to pant from the strain,
She'll think my panting grows,
From where my passion flows,
Through my blood; not my energy's drain.

She'll not know my feet are so clumsy:
Enormous is all she will know.
My torrid loving touch
Will stir her heart so much,
She will quiver from pleasure, and glow!

Oh yes, I will get me a blind girl!
She‘ll lie in my arms all the day.
We’ll make love through the years.
She’ll love each thing she hears,
And believe every thing that I say.