Progression

So sweet in the beginning.
Soft lips, pink like cherry blossoms,
kissing me with passion.
It invades my thoughts
and clouds the room
with everything that I feel.
Now there is a little flavor
but my mouth is parched
tongue begging for the rain
that used to fall.
Give me pyrotechnics please,
Light up my dark night sky.
Sometimes I am so tangled
in our good intentions
that my mind is a star studded hell.