I usually find myself lost in the vast space that is your body,
gazing at the stars that adorn every milimeter of you,
forming constellations that I like to trace with my fingers.

I can't breath whenever I go out of myself to explore you.
The oxygen gets thinner.
You steal my breath, and make it your own.

Two full moons stare back at me.
Both beautiful. Both glowing,
reflecting the light that your smile gives away.

The gravitational pull of your hips keeps drawing me towards you,
revolving around your heart.
Close enough, and, still, far away.
Orbiting you.

A shooting star that lost its course.
It heads directly to you.
Attracted by the scenery of this planet you've become.
Expectingly you brace for impact.

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  **Boom!