I am constantly dying of thirst, and you are my water.
The difference between a desperate mouthful and a drink drawn from a shaded canteen is immeasurable.
You are the source of the Nile; around you, civilizations rise.
I come bearing seeds, but without you they remain inert. Bathed in your presence, I am cleansed of my travels.
Your kisses fall like droplets on depleted soil, and wherever you touch, something inside me grows anew.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
I am constantly dying of thirst, and you are my water.
The difference between a desperate mouthful and a drink drawn from a shaded canteen is immeasurable.
You are the source of the Nile; around you, civilizations rise.
I come bearing seeds, but without you they remain inert. Bathed in your presence, I am cleansed of my travels.
Your kisses fall like droplets on depleted soil, and wherever you touch, something inside me grows anew.
#love #lostlove
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