I should be sleeping now.
I should be quiet, yet my mind is noisy with your words,
scattered, my longing goes unheard.
I should not be wide awake,
aching for your touch.
As many times as our lips meet,
it could never be enough.
What have you left me with?
A thirst for your hands,
entwined with mine.
At times, I feel that not being with you is simply a waste of time.
Hold me like tomorrow may never come.
Lay with me, dear, as our indiscretions are none.

-Rhia Clay