The cool breeze touches my soft skin. Gently enticing it. Like your fingers running across my arm. Like your breath on my cheek. Like the feeling of your body pressed against mine. As if we're one under the night's sky. Making love for the stars.

The air is intoxicating. Intoxicating like you. Maybe I should just stop breathing. Or maybe I should take a giant gulp and allow myself to become intoxicated to death. Die full of your breath. My mouth full of your taste.

Let me choke to death on you. So that the last thing I may have is a heart full of you.

How am I supposed to breathe with no air?