Because his eyes shone like starlight and his lips felt like the moon.
His hips crashed like comets; like meteorites falling from the sky. Constellations disguised as freckles across his shoulder blades and the cosmos coated his fingertips.
Our breaths were shallow as we fought to regain air while our tangled legs formed the Milky Way.
His words carried me to Mercury, Neptune, and every **** planet in between while his smile pulled me towards galaxies light years away, whisking us off into the blissful unknown.