confess in a reflection

you smiled at me as i fumbled words
spoken not written
there are things you will know

how fast do you travel these days
i’m not for want when it comes to
running, i’ve done my time, my path
softer, slower
tell me you savor
the good stuff
your hand holding my face
kissing me

soft, slow, and i heard a moan
give me away
[i’ve missed the way you kiss me]
is it ok if i dont tell you that?
not ready to confess all sins
i feel like you already
hear so much
and there are still
things to know