The air was sweet and thick
in a summer's night mist
when her palm slipped into mine
and softly squeezed just once
as if that meeting of flesh said

"I already know." 

Whatever transmuted between
our own skins and electricity
seemed to slip past me because 
I was still trying to use words.

I thought they were the only way
to describe the way neon lights
flashed against her eyes at night
driving past the city where
the glows just faintly touched,
sometimes it was evergreens,
other times she was the ocean
glittering with untold depths.

They were among things unsaid,
unwritten histories between two bodies
as clothes fell in soft silent wisps.

The freckles dotting her chest 
like a permanent constellation
and one was a stray like
its own lone shooting star
and I placed the first kiss there
as if I could forever trap 
that wish within her skin 

I can taste the surface
of an entire world there.

"I already know."

Those three words in the dark
as a tongue traced the buds 
of hardened nipples shivering
with a quickened heartbeat,
fingers coated with nectar
and relentlessly pumping
as her hand gripped me below
and relentlessly squeezed.

Whatever could translate between
our own skins and pleas bloomed
beyond words when she guided me
to slip inside such feral depths.

There should be no true way to describe
that moment where everything is tensing,
clenching and exploding and it's the only time
I've ever found violent movements beautiful
where we barely seemed to touch one moment
before completely claiming one another the next.

That was among everything unsaid,
the unwritten history between two bodies,
unintelligible whispers as soft as wisps
when I tried to say the words before she
stopped me with a gentle kiss and spoke.

"I already know."