Parched

You were the rain, and I, a flower soaking in your essence, using your tears to wash away the evidence of my sins. Aching for the dampness so carefully teased and so reluctantly distant. The more I had of you, the more I craved. Torrential downpours did nothing to sooth the burn in my veins rooted deep into the earth, the gentlest raindrop kisses did nothing to ease the longing of my pale petal thighs. Floods carried away my ambitions with their tumultuous promises of a future, thunderstorms left me making love to the ground in a bed of silken dirt and hungry worms. But still it was never enough. I need all of you. I would rather drown in your love and never resurface, than to feel the sun kiss my weather worn skin one more time. Of all the deadly sins, I never thought I was Greed, until my dehydrated lips met yours and I vowed to never stop drinking.