Ethereal.

We met. And the stars aligned themselves to create the most magical night sky. It was the crescent shaped moon that night, adding to the beauty of it all.
The depths of the sky that I could drown into. I would let them engulf me, making me kvell over the magnificent black up above my head.
The heavens sang their song and the stars danced to it.
And then, one moment, when you leaned over, just to let the taste of your lips melt into my mouth, like sugar does in cream, and let your arms cover me in utter perfection, my world stopped. It all stood still.
I swear, that moment I lost the old version to become a new lady. Your last. And how your fingers generated electricity that ran across my body as they tenderly went below the neck, to the cleavage, to the naval. How a million nerve cells of mine rushed and the adrenaline bursted through the glands.
We made love, while the universe sang of our unison.
There was magic in the night, and in you.
It was love. Mad. Deep. Queer. Unexplainable. LOVE.
The kind I lost most parts of me to.
The kind that makes you live again.
The kind gives birth to just another you.
The kind that consumes you of your all.
The kind that demands nothing, yet gives everything.
The kind that doesn't need physical touches. That establishes connections beyond skin.
The kind that creates an endless ripple in your heart.
The kind that stays, forever.