THE SILENT PARTNER

A liquid emotion, oozing devotion
seeps through every means of your motion.
I devour the silence, as your silent suggestions
suggest without question, 
the motives of your notions.
Your body language then makes a move, 
in reflection, I too
then move towards you.
I try to fix my glance in your direction, 
but the complete absence of sound
redirects my affection.
I panic for a split second
I am lost within that very moment, why?
I don’t have the time to justify.
Your body, heart, soul and mind
have already made their way inside, 
here you are, 
and there is no place to hide.
In juxtapose we lie, 
allowing your soul to enter mine.
The touch of your hand is Midas
more than any words could express
I have no option but to succumb 
under your thumb, 
my body becomes, 
numb, 
yet every sense has been heightened
absolute pleasure, 
purely delighted.
No opportunity exists, 
to respond to the moment you kiss my lips, 
before I realize; your hands grasp my hips.
Like a hypnotist, 
you know, 
I’m unable to resist, 
     Tongue- tied, 
    speech denied, 
        no need for any words to collide.
Upon every position my reactions reflect
these mirrored thoughts, 
caught, 
without a word said.
Am I gaining control?
I must be, for I
have time to think
when, where, how and why?
I have no reason to justify
as time slowly catches, 
up in rewind.
I then find the voice to say, 
absolutely nothing.
Words only get in the way.

Carey Milton ©