My yearning for you is eternal like a desert yearning for rain. it’s thrist never quenched. Yearning for the barren land to transform into a fertile one, forever covered in flowers of thousand colors. That is my yearning for you.
Your and mine and everything revolves around us. Out hands touch our lips kiss, but its never enough. From you I always long for more.
Is the scent of dry lands comes from the cedar and vetyver, nourished by green mandarin and bergamot, balanced with finest touch of pachouly.