The stars tried to burn me as i laid steeped in desire
 dreams of where your hands would be
how your breath would feel on my skin
the way your body would feel pressed against mine.
Visions of our movements looping in my mind
sheets whispering softly against my writhing body
beginning to stick from passions heat.
The moon lighting my skin
casting a sheen of of illumination
in answer to the stars burning light.
Body spent and aching for more
slumber washed over me