Words hang in the air, spinning in circles And for some reason we can't seem to say them Whether the wrong place, wrong time, or most likely both We tilt our heads, close our eyes, and lock our lips in time
You lay a gentle hand on each side of my waist Impulse sends my hands to latch behind your neck But I've found that nothing says I need you So much as the words we still seem to lack
I press my hands against your skin and take it in The rush, the thrill, the adrenaline My heartbeat quickens, my breaths are gasps It's not hard to give what I get right back
Our tongues might move but we don't dare talk It's best to do this in silence and the dark This way there's nothing we need to explain And the only sounds are sighs we can't restrain
I grip the back of your thighs and pull you close You mirror my movements and make it seem easy With each new touch my head spins faster I'm lost in a mess of perfection and bliss
Our bodies move in time to a rhythm all their own No outside force could ever make its way in Because it's you, me, and all we've ever known Little more than pillows, sheets, and skin
On nights like this, the clock's never my friend And I hold onto you hoping it never has to end But soon you gently pull yourself away And there's nothing I can do to make you stay
Our parting words are short, sweet, and always the same They're "I'll see you tomorrow" plus "goodbye" But some still hang in the air, spinning in circles And if we want to say them, well we don't even try
A goodbye kiss is last thing that leaves our lips Its echo in the room mixes with my defiance And once the door is locked behind you I admit it's a sound similar to silence
I love the actual story within this poem, but the structure (or lack thereof) isn't the greatest. Suggestions on how to improve this one are greatly appreciated.