Shut up and kiss me

You’re all about the talk, aren’t you? You’re all about spinning amazing words into images that make my knees shake. You’re talking, and make no mistake, I’m listening. But at the moment there’s something else on my mind.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Can you feel the tension or is it just me? No, I don’t think so. I’ve noticed how you’ve been staring at my lips as I answer you. And when you realize that I’ve stopped speaking, I see your eyes dart back to mine, your gaze lost somewhere in thought. Haven’t you missed it? Go ahead; pretend that you’re not craving it too. How long are you going to spend jabbering on about nonsense? You know I don’t care about any of it. I know you don’t either.

You know exactly what I want. You can read it my eyes.

I’m so tired of all the meaningless chit chat between the two of us. There’s a right time for everything, a proper one, one that is fitting for discussion. And honey, it’s not time for talk right now. It’s not time to fill the air with words that can be spoken during the day. The night calls for a different type of speech; one where the mouth uses no words.

At this moment, I don’t care, not in the slightest, about what you have to say to me, or how you’ll find ways to patch things up. I don’t care about the justifications, I don’t care to argue, I don’t want to have to find excuses for myself, I don’t want to hear yours.

I don’t want to hear your reasons why. I don’t want to have to analyze what has been said and done. I don’t care what has happened or what will happen tomorrow or next week or a month from now either. There is something that is more urgent than any of that right now.

I don’t want to talk about feelings and emotions and all those things that keep me up at night and burn my mind; all those things that I too need to tell you. Right now, in this moment, all I want is you to shut your fucking mouth and use it for something other than talk. Don’t say any more. I don’t need it.

I need you close to me. I need our bodies touching. I need nothing between us. Not even words. I don’t need to hear your voice. I need to hear your breath, heavy and deep in my ear. I need to feel your lips on mine. I need you.

Drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I can feel my body unconsciously lean forward towards you. And I see yours respond in the same way.

I adore your voice; really I do. I’m mesmerized by the things you say; really I am.

But I can’t stop thinking about your lips on mine.
You’re stalling and I’ve had enough of it. No more.

Shut up. Now. Shut up and kiss me.

Remind me what it’s like. I’ve all but forgotten. I can barely remember what it feels like and everything in me yearns to feel it again. With you so close to me I have no patience to listen to a word more. Don’t make me beg. I will if I have to. I will because I know that you like it. I will because I know that you will give in; that you already want it as well and you’re just playing power games. We can play power games all you want. Another time, though. Not now, not tonight. You can have this round; I forfeit.

Do that thing you do that you know drives me nuts. Come close, just fractions of an inch away from me slowly. Rub the tip of you nose up and down the ridge of mine. Kiss my forehead, the tip of my nose, my chin. Run you lips up my cheekbone. Let the stubble of your cheek rub against mine as you breathe against my ear and, as you slide your mouth across my jaw line, notice how I’m holding my breath.

Make me wait for it. Tease me. I don’t care because I know where you’ll end. And by the time you do I’ll already be shaking. Brush your lips against mine and move back, hesitate as if you’ve suddenly regretted coming this close and giving into my begging stare. Look me at me as if you’re having second thoughts. Let me believe that you actually are. Smirk and lower your face to mine again.

Look me in the eyes as your lips touch mine. You know that more words are said then and there, and like that, between irises widened in desire. Keep them open as you pull me closer to you and as you press your mouth against mine harder. Hold my stare as my legs forget how to stand and as I draw breath from yours. Bite down on my lip so I don’t feel bad when I do the same.

Give me a preview, with your tongue, of what will follow with the rest of our bodies later.

I’m an inch away from you now. I have no more will power to fight it anymore. And you’re still talking. Whispering as you stare at my mouth, at the small smile that is there because I know that you too are straining. I won’t say anything to you. You know what it’ll mean when my finger touches your lips.

Enough.
No more words.

Shut up and kiss me.