What are we doing?

It escalated so quickly
we both said it
we both know it

but we let it happen
again and again
lost in the moment
lost in... you.

All anyone asks
is what does this mean?
I have no idea.
your thoughts?

Ah, your thoughts.
I wish I knew them.
but you won't speak your mind.
which is a shame

because you can weave words
to make the most beautiful tapestry
a lullaby without music
I love the way you speak.

But you're confused, now
I guess that was my doing
and you either can't string your thoughts together
or won't let me see them.

My thoughts?
I like this.
I like your body
every soft curve
the way your chest dips in under the base of your arm
the way you wrapped your hands around me, tangled in my hair
how it felt to have you rest your head on my chest and fall asleep
so vulnerable and trusting
in the moment
how you pressed against me
and how I never wanted you to stop
how every way I turned, I found you
I was surrounded
but
the night can't last forever
and you couldn't stay in my bed.

So I'm hoping that you won't be weird about it
to put it bluntly
because to be honest
I like this.