They say that silence is golden.

“They” are fucking idiots.

My lips against your neck, the taste of your skin imprinting itself in my memory — that is golden.

My throbbing parts rubbing against your throbbing parts — that is golden.

The brush of your thighs against my ears — that is golden

You, looking back over your shoulder, imploring me, urging me, begging me — that, is golden, motherfuckers.

Silence is bullshit.

So talk to me already