Physically Conversing

Lord, those kisses on the back of my neck

already got my toes flexing, point, flex

And God, those circles you make with your fingertips, so gentle, so weirdly, gentle.

Every hair feels you, reacts, blooms upon your touch

Locked away from the world, why can't we stay just so, brown and just 

Oh, there you got me smiling again. I can't help it. 

Ms Jackson, you knew how I'd be feeling in this moment. Couldn't give an f if someone were to walk in, I want you now.

The way we're melting in these sheets, there'll be nothing left to see but the traces of our love making.

Oops. Did I just say love? That's not what we call it. 

But what else could this be if you don't have to be inside mine to feel it all over you. 

And could lust be that powerful? I don't think so. You have me physically and mentally in awe

It's not possible to go a day without this conversation. And it starts with ours hearts beating hello. 

Sure there are more reasons why this is wrong than the ones that burn inside me saying you're so right 

But mine are much stronger than any humans dictation. 

When we're together its our bodies conversing. Stopping our time with all our words. Time that's thick and smells like us.

You ask me something. I answered.

My breath. Your touch. My temperature. Your solidity.

Then soon comes the heated discussion that rips through us. 

Up and out in vocal exclamations till we reach an explosive agreement and you hold me there.

Slow down. Lets come to our senses. 

We both lost it. 

But we loved it.

And so we can't stop talking still.