You didn’t touch me again today.
Should I be worried?
Is it happening again?
My thoughts go dark fast.
Has my adventurous nature become mundane?
Perhaps.
But,
There will be a time when you’ll realize what you have.
Hopefully,
Before I stop missing the feel of your hands on my skin.
Before the thought of your mouth on my body fades into time.
Before one or both of our hearts searches for another.
For now, I wait impatiently.
-Clary
Sarcastically Cynical 