that lies untouched but you must have done. It's being done now,
and I don't care. I'm too busy thinking
about your fingers
the way you mock me
the way your feet feel nudging the back of my chair ever so lightly
The touch that most men take for granted
the incessant shaking you treat as a sacred tread. Or maybe I just think too much.
I need to be thinking about E=mc^2.
The world ticks.
The universe expands.
Nope, it's just messed up.
Thermodynamics baffles me.
The heat of your body pressed up against mine though.
That one split second moment was a lifetime of longing come true.
The rush of blood to my head.
Ever the gentle lady I behaved beautifully. I hope.
You don't seem to notice how well I've been doing in thermodynamics lately.
Or anything, for that matter.