Here's to the Night
"Stay," you whisper, hand on my arm, fingertips rubbing over the veins in my wrist like the strings of your guitar. Are the sounds I make as sweet? Your lips against my throat seem to confirm it, drawing a rumbling purr from deep inside my chest. "Stay," you murmur, tongue lapping at my pulse like a giant cat, teasing away my resistance, licking away my resolve.
So denied // So I lied // Are you the now-or-never kind?
You push me back onto the bed we left only moments ago; the comforter is in a ball on the floor and the sheets have all been shoved to one side, the mattress scratchy and cool against my back. My skin feels sunburned; hot and achingly sensitive, almost painful under the assault of your mouth and hands. You sink blunt teeth teasingly into the jointure of my neck and shoulder and I almost sob, not knowing whether to push you away or pull you so close you'll never let go.
In a day // And a day love // I'm gonna be gone for good again
"Tom...we can't..." Is that my voice? I want to swallow the words as soon as they leave my lips. They're true, but I don't mean them. I want to lay in bed with you forever. Fortunately you aren't listening to a word I say.
Are you willing // To be had // Are you cool with just tonight?
You glance lazily at the clock as you unzip the pants I pulled on not two minutes ago. "We have ten more minutes," you whisper against my chest, and the warm brush of your breath against my skin makes my stomach clench. "Ten more minutes," you breath against my stomach, licking a wet line across my navel. I shiver despite myself and you know you have me, even before I do. "Ten more minutes that you're mine."
Here's a toast // To all those who hear me all too well
Mine. I love the way it sounds rolling across your tongue. We both know that I'm yours inside and out of this room. I'm yours when we make love; yours when we lay awake all night in each others arms; yours when we play shows, every beat for you; yours when you send me a look across a room that makes me forget that my wife is in my arms. Every part of me belongs to you, and that total trust and devotion would terrify me if I didn't also know that every part of you belongs to me.
Put your name // On the line // Along with place and time
"God," I gasp, or maybe I only mouth it. You do things to my body that leave me breathless and shuddering. I know you believe, irrational as your logic may be, that that's what keeps me by your side. Don't you know I could find sex anywhere, and most places it would be a lot less...complicated than this?
Wanna stay // Not to go // I wanna ditch the logical
"I love you," you whisper into our kiss, with a tenderness that belies the fierce possessiveness of your fingers digging into my hips. This is the only time you say it: when we're naked and sweating and the words can be lost in the flurry of passion. Are you afraid someone will hear? Or do you think I won't reply?
Don't you know you're my everything?
All my time is frozen motion // Can't I stay an hour or two or more? // Don't let me let you go
"God, I love you," you murmur again, eyes tightly closed, your face pressed to my tattooed shoulder. I stroke your hair and press a kiss to your temple, strangely subdued as release washes over me. It's a distant second to the elation I feel at your words. You kiss my neck lazily and lift yourself from the bed, turning away slightly before my hand on your chin stops you. You give me an odd look as I pull your face down for a short, sweet kiss. "I love you, too," I mumble into your mouth, and against my lips I feel you smile.