¤ You touch my body, and I swear I am written in braille. Textured in a way, that only the softest of caresses would make someone know the very secrets of my identity. The very fabric of me, stitched in a design that only your dexterity could decipher. Hushing and whispering hymns, incantations and anecdotes into my quivering entirety until I fall into ripples, into an open-mouthed vessel full of aching want.

¤ You corrupt the silence within me, maybe even then I was never quiet to begin with. I shouldn't, why should I? When your feverish claim upon me, had risen my bones into a frenzy. This, this paramount of needing, wanting and pleading all trapped in a kiss that only lips such as yours, could ever bestow.

¤ Where would I search high heavens for that wondrous release? Can I have you—in vials, in milk cartons, in sleek cigarettes, in chewable pills and anything I could devour on nights my lonesomeness gets the best of me?

¤ Stay, my darling Star, my steadfast Polaris and all the planets and its moons that orbits your love—stay upon me.