Pantomime

She lets him take everything
he wants and more; he kissed
her deeper, harder and more
demanding

Everything was frantic and eager,
hands grasping fabric and
wrapping around skin, pulling
each other closer even though
there's already no measurable
space between

He can see so many things
in that kiss - so many secrets,
so many many unspoken desires

His hands thrum her skin,
like a silent piano recital.
He moves to put his head
between her legs, speaking
in a language only the body could
understand

He whispers secrets on her skin,
sharing words and thoughts
that has been kept hidden in
the deepest recesses of his subconscious

He begs to be let in, just as he
pleads for her to come in

And she does
And she lets him.