I finger paint the craters of the moon with hints of your smile. Whoever said to start counting sheep can never fathom the importance of keeping track of the times your name is exhaled. I can never play connect the dots with the stars for I will only spell yours right next to the wishing star. I pretend the universe is paper and fold it. I am closer to you than ever before but the stars are crossed.

I see her
lying on my bed
tempting.
So desireable.

My heart races
as the woman I love
takes her top off,
seducing me with a single look.
Kissing my neck,
she's gasping for air,
and whispers into my ear,
"Take it all off".

Her eyes inspecting
my naked body.
Her fingers
trace my every imperfection.
My fingers stroking her
perfectly smooth skin.

She pushes me down on the bed,
and soon follows me to it.
Skin on skin.

One deep breath,
hold it in,
and let it out, moaning.

One same heartbeat.
A chorus of synchronized
voices,
rhythmically singing in
the language of love.

Her body slightly twitches
****** after ******.
Her eyes look at me
with a burning passion
that her lips seal
on my chest.

Two souls, naked,
stripped of any earthly chains,
only to become
one again.