swallow and press

Not once.
Not twice.
But again
and
again
he touched her ceiling,
leaving her unable to speak.

She swallowed hard
and
looked up at him with
doe's eyes,
searching for a breath
in between
the press
of his long fingertips
on the back of her neck.

Him quiet,
notorious for speaking
only in thoughts,
she imagined what he was saying.
Magical spells spoken
in his mind
only coming out through
his crystalline eyes.

She shivers.
Pressing her own
secrets deep down into her belly
and filling her mouth
with the warmth of him.