complete absence of sound
Sometimes silence can be the most empowering kind of love,
and not a silence you wish to end,
but instead, a silence you hope lasts,
lasting long enough to enjoy all the best parts of him --
the missed heart beats when you rest your head upon his chest
and he pulls you close,
or maybe the quiet giggle that escapes his lips
when you press yours to the outer corner of his smile,
along his jawline,
to his cheek
and down to his neck,
only stopping to let your eyes meet his before closing the space
between you.
A silence that’s familiar,
comfortable,
as you listen to the rain outside his window
and feel the cool breeze making a home within his walls.
However, the only thing creating shivers across your skin,
being his touch,
and him kissing a trail down your body,
often a finger tip moving ever so slightly up and down the length of your arm.
Sometimes silence is often the most beautiful way of expression,
as you sit between his legs
and feel the way his hands explore the depths of your back,
and as he pulls your shirt higher to expose more of your skin,
you find yourself craving his lips on your body
and as if reading your mind --
he holds you really tight,
brushes aside your hair and places his lips to your neck.
And even in the silence,
you allow for a small gasp to escape the lips
you held between your teeth.
He’ll move himself to face you,
wrap his arms around the small of your back
and place his lips to yours,
kissing you,
like it was the first time --
all over again.
And sometimes even silence needs to be broken, to allow for I love you.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
complete absence of sound
Sometimes silence can be the most empowering kind of love,
and not a silence you wish to end,
but instead, a silence you hope lasts,
lasting long enough to enjoy all the best parts of him --
the missed heart beats when you rest your head upon his chest
and he pulls you close,
or maybe the quiet giggle that escapes his lips
when you press yours to the outer corner of his smile,
along his jawline,
to his cheek
and down to his neck,
only stopping to let your eyes meet his before closing the space
between you.
A silence that’s familiar,
comfortable,
as you listen to the rain outside his window
and feel the cool breeze making a home within his walls.
However, the only thing creating shivers across your skin,
being his touch,
and him kissing a trail down your body,
often a finger tip moving ever so slightly up and down the length of your arm.
Sometimes silence is often the most beautiful way of expression,
as you sit between his legs
and feel the way his hands explore the depths of your back,
and as he pulls your shirt higher to expose more of your skin,
you find yourself craving his lips on your body
and as if reading your mind --
he holds you really tight,
brushes aside your hair and places his lips to your neck.
And even in the silence,
you allow for a small gasp to escape the lips
you held between your teeth.
He’ll move himself to face you,
wrap his arms around the small of your back
and place his lips to yours,
kissing you,
like it was the first time --
all over again.
And sometimes even silence needs to be broken, to allow for I love you.