Consummation in Maya

He came to me in the mist of dawn, my beloved, from across the sea.
It was still dark, but he came to me, his smile so sweet
with a desire so deep it went beyond the physical.
He came into my bed, tugging the warm blanket as he snuggled in.
'My love,' he whispered and held me tight. I felt his desire as
I answered him with my own embrace.
He kissed me deep, and I felt the taste of his mouth. It seemed
he had taken mint and it mix with my sleep taste. The instant
desire to have him, went deep into my being.
He kissed me, long and deep, his hands exploring the contour of
my body, which responded as if it has a mind of its own.
I felt him as he claimed me, hard and deep, as I moved with him
allowing him to claim me in its fullest sense.
The union was like a ride to the deepest earth and high up into
the highest constellation.
His murmurings of love and desire were like songs of distant angels.
The constellation seemed to burst as we spasm into each other, leaving our bodies as shells and travelling
the almost painful pleasure of dying a little death in each others arms.
Like shooting stars, we traverse the universe of pleasure.
Falling together like coloured confetti back to earth, he whispered , "My love.."
I woke up to dawn, alone, with a smile on my face.
My phone vibrated with a text saying 'Good Morning My Love'.