she wore a cloak
of finest spun night
the cosmos
reflected on her breasts
through the clinging
infinite darkness
how i longed
to trace her erect nipples
with rough fingertips
use teeth
pinch
lick
squeeze
every bit of her milky way
until my fingers
found the wetness
at the center of her
universal desire
explore
just beneath the hood
of her inner space
until the vastness
of her celestial body
quivers
in ecstatic vibrations
she wore a cloak
of finest spun night
and i was copernicus
plumbing her depths
to unfurl
all of her secrets