Keep quiet, keep moving

I’m sick and tired of ghosts and vindications, whitewash and eschewal. Just keep quiet and keep going. No words of reassurance and no lenient efforts are wanted from you now. Just put your hands around my waist and pull me closer. Let everything else die out and put the world on mute. All I feel is your hands, legs and body pressing me down and holding me tight.

And I would never beg for release from you.

Don’t whisper hope into my ear or truths that vanish faster than your lips can move.
Just take the silk off my skin, breathe in and thrust deep. Watch the mixed feelings of contentment and lechery flashing in my eyes as you go faster, deeper and closer. Hold me down; comfort me with kisses, not words.

Your sentences are wonderful but spread like poison. It's not your fault, but true none the less.
Instead, just hold me closer, push deep and passionate and don’t let go just yet.

I don’t want ghosts or vindications, whitewash or eschewal. I want raw emotions in tightening grips and heaving chests from lustful exhaustion. I want pure passion with no strings attached, because strings hurt when they break. Don’t tie me down with talk and promises. Don’t give me glimpses of what I can’t have.

Just let me lick those wordless lips, keep quiet and keep going until nothing matters anymore.