The desert craves the rain.
Like I crave your attention.

It’s needed.

That quench of thirst that I cannot keep quiet.

Dry.

Aching for a taste of relief.

So give it to me.
I am in need of your eyes gazing into mine.

The feel of your hand on mine.

Just like how the coyote howls at the moon…
I’m waiting for a sign.

So give it to me.

I know you have it.

You’re what I need.

Like the desert needs rain.