We are tangled in each others’ arms, and you are doing everything you can to stay lost in my eyes.
Everything about this, your lips tracing across my skin, my fingers refusing to let yours go, whisper of hunger.
You and I both know what is coming, and when my voice cracks at your name, we know that we are far from ready to face it.
Somehow, I think, we are clinging to the possibility of the night lasting forever.
You murmur sweet nothings into my ear, and the stars are still shining somewhere above it all, and just maybe, we will find our way into the constellations.