My most erotic moment was under the stars

Human beings are so simple.

Put me in an open field under the stars and I will understand the eroticism of existence like I’ve never before seen the night sky.

Let me walk slow enough up the winding dirt path back to my room at night after hours of being touched and teased in a puddle of hands and heavy breathing that I look up and get enchanted to stillness by the infinite space above me.

Put me under the stars with no one else around and I will have poetry running through my mind the way my lover runs his fingers through my hair, and I will feel alive there in the mud like I do under the gaze of a beautiful woman before she devours me.

Let me stand in the crisp air on an autumn night when the sky is clear and I can see the heavens, and I will be reminded of how my mother looks when she laughs, and as the smell of eucalyptus on the breeze presses against me, let it penetrate my pores like I beg him to take me after hours of playing like animals in the wild.

Let the cold tingle of the night collide with the heat from the tea in the thermos in my hands in the hushed layer of space around my body. Let the steam it creates mirror the way my breathing changes when my skin releases condensation from the way my name sounds on his lips.

Standing there, alone in a field with nothing between me and the stars except the layers of atmosphere that tether me here, let me feel my own smallness, my own fragility. Let me submit to the laws of nature and how they hold me effortlessly. I am bound to the earth the way ropes hold my body in shapes I surrender to, and let me surrender here. Let the stars watch as gravity ties me, as the darkness fucks me, let me forget I can move and give myself over to the stillness, the silence, the sublimity of the night sky. Under the stars with nothing but my breath, and the way it moves in and out of me like her fingers when I beg.

Let me move slow enough that I remember to look up, but really look, and really see, the majesty of the world around me, and I will know, without a shadow of a doubt, what is meant by the erotic.