Cradling Stars - Sex Stories

Cradling Stars

When our sleeping bodies contour entirely, nestled in the other's surrendered essence, whether our dreams join like interlacing fingers, or are eras and universes apart, I still want you To breathe in the night sky, to cradle the stars in your soft hands, and never burn from sneaking away a fragile piece of the universe. This is what makes you unlike any other, your eyes can be much more than orbs and complex networks of nerves, they can become luminescent lamps Sweeping across stars and guiding me through the sky, even the fading glow can leave traces of love to fill the longing voids framing the heavens. When the last flicker leaves a ghost of the song leaving your lungs, I can find you across the realms our sleeping bodies drift to, every contour of our essences meeting and intertwining. To close the distance universes place between us, whether made of scalding sands or freezing oceans, I still want everything you have been built from, I will always want you To breathe in the night sky, to cradle and shiver the stars with our exploring hands, and to never burn from clutching such a fragile piece of the universe. This is what makes you unlike any other, our eyes are more than orbs of tissues pulling in and translating shapes, they are mysterious lanterns Sweeping across stars and mapping lonely ancient skies, even the very last swaying light can leave traces of love to fill the hollows spirits left framed in the heavens. When the last one is put to rest and its exit is the song leaving your lungs, I can find you anywhere and will always want you.