Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.

God, to feel so full of someone, as if they were invading your bloodstream and warming you from the inside out. To feel so desperate when that person kisses each finger before their nap or when they walk by you and nonchalantly bite your ear. To want and ache for someone every second of the day, with every other feeling muted, softened, blurry. When little things about them capture you and create a world of themselves in your mind: the way they touch their hair when they are nervous or the way they blow on their coffee before they drink it. To find something so totally pure in another human being, something white and unblemished like first fallen snow or crisp notebook paper.

God, such a feeling that is never satisfied or satiated, that makes you red and lustful from your ears to your toes, and creates such a wanting within you. To finally have some sort of appeasement, a kiss, a brush, even a look--

I feel as if I were dehydrating in the desert, and the sky offered me one raindrop.