I want to kiss your skin like the moonlight does.

Trace the freckles all over your body.

Feel you.

Feel the gravitational pull between us.

Like the Earth pulling my feet to the ground.

To coexist between the dreaming stars and the bustling soil.

Guided only by your touch.

Waking the stars and resting the Earth is a hard job to do.

But it must be done.

And done only with you.