Is it a Rose of Destiny

AS I lie here feeling shit about the last fight we had, not to mention the one before that. I can’t help being distracted by the erotic sounds of thunder outside. The rain is now heavy and intense, reminds me the way I feel when I am near you. It’s hard to breathe, my heart skips time your smile makes me week, adrenaline pumping through my veins just to stand close to you and inhale that emotionally toxic scent exuding from your hair. Lean forward my chest against your back, you shrug your shoulders to push me away… the rain running down our faces, warm breathe in the cold air I sand quietly behind you with eyes piercing you gloss black hair, the thought of pulling you tightly to myself to devour the nape of your neck is intoxicating, I step ever closer and feel your warm before me, so close yet so distant. Ever wishing you would turn to me and show me your lush full red lips, as an a****l of prey coming closer to its kill stalking watching for the precise moment to move in with a dashing kiss, as I move ever closer opening my mouth to meet your. The usual overbearing mechanical noise that pierces this at 5:40 pm arrives the usual mundane shuffling towards the mechanical doors now takes focus. I see a fallen long stem on bus stop bench and pick it up and wonder of my destiny.