quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

" I'm so very much attracted to you right now." He merely whispered, his breath grazing the shell of my ear; and it sent a series of shivers to crawl down my spine. And so, I snaked my fingers around the collar of his tee shirt, and pulled him towards me. I leaned closer. He waited. I waited. And then his lips curled into a teasing smile, a gleam in his eyes as I uttered my next words with sudden hesitation. "So kiss me, dumbass."