You are a full moon to my night sky, illuminating light in space of darkness and utter loneliness. Like the moon, you're able to pull the waves of emotions deep in my heart with just a single touch. Our love is akin to that of the Galaxy, so vast that we have yet to explore half of it. I want to do that, with your milky fingers intertwined with mine. I want to explore the depth of our passion with every kiss on every inch of your skin, with every touch and every ******. I would make a necklace for you, of planets that are coincidentally aligned if I could. Your presence is that of a black hole, ******* me in to your every sense and substance. I could not leave even if I wanted to, and I never will. The Sun that shines so brightly could not compare to that of our love, it would be cast along with the other little and redundant white dwarfs: dead in existence. We form a supernova within our finger tips, exchanged through shy smiles and brief kisses. So if you're that of a full moon, I'd be the Sun that dies for you every night, so as to let the entire universe witness our passion embodied in a Milky Way.