There need not be reason…
brushing against our intertwined silhouettes.

There need not be explanation…
emerging from our feverish lips.

There need not be any afterthoughts…
mingling around our scene of passionate disarray.

There need only be the desire to capture you as you did me…
a graceful shock of electric fervor.

A single glance that shook me to a halt.

With eyes that bright, you must have been dining on stars.