The night was cool.  The eerie luminescent glow of a crescent moon, affixed overhead like a crack in the ceiling of the world, provided the only light to see by.  I laid in the grass, staring up at the multitude of stars, it seemed like an impossible number.  As I gazed, I thought about how exactly small I was.  In proportion to everything, I’m insignificant, a microscopic dot on top of a microscopic dot.  The short time I’ll spend on this little blue-green planet means nothing in the scope of the universe, I mean nothing, and will never make an impact.

I heard the crack of a twig under a boot and turned around, to find you, standing there next to me.  You sat beside me, and looked up.  You hugged your knees and bit you bottom lip in the way you always did when you were thinking really hard about something.  As you were transfixed upon the heavens, I only had eyes for you.  If anything, you were more beautiful than all the stars in the sky.  You made me feel like I was the most important thing in the universe, like I mattered, and I knew I changed you.

You noticed me staring at you, gave a rye grin, and kissed me softly on my lips, your hand lingering on my cheek even after you pulled away.  I took your hand and cupped it in mine, tracing the lines in your hand.  You pulled me towards you, kissing me fiercely and forcing my hand to squeeze your breast.  I fell into you, our limbs entwining and our hands exploring every inch of each other’s flesh.  Soon enough, we were stripped of our clothes, not caring about the cool night air, for we were lost in the warmth of each other.