Unspoken

Unspoken agreements,
but messages loud and clear.
You grab my waist with your free hand,
my hands find your hair.
Pushing your head closer,
to deepen the kiss.
We almost hit the bedside table,
but we just barely miss.
You push me on the bed,
our breathing is getting shallower.
Taking gasping breaths,
to keep this going.
Never wanting it to end,
never even wanting to part,
in fear of stopping the kiss.
Of ruining the moment.
Of stopping something so excellent,
that it'd be something you'd miss.
You slide your hands up my shirt,
and take it off with ease.
I unbuckle you belt,
stumbling fingers sliding down your jeans.
To continue something that we both want,
or is it something that we need?
To feel this close,
after not feeling a thing.