You are an intriguing little thing. With a careless brush of your hand against mine, it was sufficient to send my soul pirouetting. I picture ourselves rollerblading to the ends of the earth, while beads of reality and imagination adsorbed on our skin damp with sweat. Because we longed for each other, we took turns to inhale the streaks of fire in our hair. Under a twinkling orchestra of the brightest stars, I would catch the evanescent wink in your eye and laugh gaily.
Wanderlust gripped me as my fingers traced your arteries, your veins, your heart. I daren't go further, for fear that love will tear us apart.