Thirsty for Love
My dehydrated soul longed for a storm to wash my universal body.
Then he came along looking like a bottle of room temperature water with a squeezed lemon I prefer.
We intensely starred at each other as though there was a some force that prevented us both from looking away.
He approached me, later we spoke. He was professional, appealing, honest, seductive, masculine, unapologetic, confident, intense, intelligent and appropriate.
After several months of good morning text, late night extended calls, being vulnerable, random dinners, impromptu meet ups and amazing sex.
It all came to a halt just as my heart was soaked with all these feelings and desires for him.
Now I was drenched in tears, grieving the lost of someone I thought the universe created specifically just for me. Knowing we had a situation, not thinking that state of affairs would be the end of the organic connection we formed over time.
Like that Mr. Grey had abandoned what we had
Like the desert, I was left dry and waterless.
Im patiently waiting to quench that thirst that I once had.