Didn't You Know This Already?

Enlist this answer from my crooked smile, cocked head to the side and washing me with your eyes. Sometimes some things don't quite make sense, my restlessness and your candor, your fanning flames of my desire. Inspired enough of me to quip something silently, to myself as you watched the others play and laugh, But what can act as our conduit? Will the passion be wasted as I waste these hours away from your bed? Half-ass that smile instead.