when talking ends

I stammer ... I stutter, I clamor up. What else, what can I type to explain how I feel? You soothe me. I can see tides of emotions in your eyes. There are currents of love, anxiety, passion. You have much to say and sometimes you say it without words. Can I contain the words, "I love you Tawnya" in a kiss? Can my pulling of air from your lungs, my air into you -- can you know I love you?

While I am eager to "jump you", still, to hear your voice, your touch, your arms, your back, your chest, your neck, lips ... all. You legs, tall, hold me. Your eyes deep, keep me from drowning in so many ways. Should I waver, let you down ... fail to make my case. Pull my face to you -- with your eyes, tell me, your mouth speak the words that I should know, lest I fall prey to mouthing my words voice deadened.

I have much to say but hold back sometimes. I like listening to you ... your voice, your opinion, your emotions ... dreams, goals, motivations. My silence, reluctance isn't a reflection negatively on you, but rather that I'd rather hear you than to talk over you.

I love you; miss you; want to be with you!