Tonight I heard my own voice 

Being sung out of the stars.

The verses were

Passionate calls 

For your hands on my body,

Your mouth on mine,

Your erect length worshipping 

The ebb and flow of my heart.

Notes pulsed with 

Heart 

Stopping 

Orgasm.

The chorus, however,

Was a lament 

Full of love

And longing

And shooting star wishes.

The repeating refrain 

A haunting measure...

"I do not want someone like you. I want you."