Perfect Delivery

She dreamt of flowers; wanting the excitement of admiration from an unknown lust or lover. The simple pursuit that it represents is what she missed. The flame of passion she once held went out long ago and now her only escape was books of poorly written rescued hearts. She needed something new. She craved the simple tease of a possible tomorrow. Then he came out of nowhere painting the petals of each fantasized bloom perfectly with his words. His well placed alphabet pierced her cooling heart and set it on fire once again. He was her scarlet letter.

New, Excitement, Petals, Flame, Reason

018