I miss honest conversation.

I miss the innocent flirtation between strangers.

I miss the feeling of ones dagger within the first kiss.

Knowing this heart may crush yours but you're too infatuated with their eyes to care.

I miss the feeling of ones laughter on my lips.

The way one gently would press their lips against my hips.

The ecstasy of falling for ones soul is a feeling that has become unfamiliar to my heart.

So I sit here , waiting for the honest conversation and the unforgettable infatuation.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-