Remember that time in the dark, 

Remember that time in the sunlight, 

Remember that time in the car, 

Remember...

Remember when we didn't need to be silent. 

Each flicker of your tongue on my skin

burns the same way it always has done.

I yern to moan, to grip, to grab.

As I did when we didn't need to be silent. 

You tease me and then shush me. 

Each press of your hands against my flesh,

the way your fingers coax and tease,

the way your lips press and your teeth bite.

As groans suppressed and keening cries bitten back.

As we do now we have to be silent. 

And yet, when you press me down, 

when I forget, when primal instincts take over, 

The hard press of your hand over my mouth, 

my hand over yours,

is all that keeps us from being interupted. 

I love it.