you are my night sky


facing up and
tracing lines across the sky
like those I trace on your skin,
bright and calm and smooth.
oh, how I wish to feel the stars again,
to run my hands across them,
feeling the warmth beneath my fingertips,
and then moving them up your thigh.
oh, how I wish to feel the stars again,
but they could never compare
to you.

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