Writing On the Wall?

I can't help but notice the look in your eyes and the way they no longer linger or look my way they are already wandering have been for awhile now seeking out that which they desire more... hoping to find something novel more exciting a shiny new horizon just beyond the next bend a novel plaything something a bit forbidden that can stir the imagination and the loins and the semblance of forgotten feelings that I suppose I no longer conjure something unfettered by obligation responsibility and the familiarity that has bred monotony... been there done that things which have made me lose my luster only to become a dull diadem in your box of discarded treasures