The Soft Certainty of Skin against Skin

The soft certainty of skin against skin. The silent eloquence of touch that tells so much compared to the stuttering inelegance of crude words that can never get this close. The words stutter and stumble into incoherence and silence when their inadequacies are exposed by this certainty of touch. My fingers move and your body responds with its own affirmative that needs no words to close this space that forever lies between two people, even two people lying this close, skin against skin.

What more needs to be said now that our bodies have learnt the language of each other? Words only get in the way crudely stumbling into the silences that do not need them, taking away the certainty and leaving their ambiguities and imprecisions there instead.

I could say so much, but my lips are needed to kiss where words can only create distances. The silence envelops us like the warm blankets of safety, keeping us close and taking away that world that lies beyond this room, that world that creates so much to keep us apart, just as any words we could say would take this moment and tear it apart, just as we too would part and leave these wordless moments broken on this bed.