Prefer my love resemble that of a shooting star. A brilliant, awe-inspiring orb of pure heat. I wish it to be unstoppable until it ceases to burn. I wish to be so enveloped within the throws of ecstasy, so that the very environment which sets me ablaze, does burn me out. I strive never to bore; so the love I give is longed for mere seconds more than I can give. I desire wishes bestowed upon me, even wilst knowing the granting is improbable. A treat to those I’m in the presence of. A delight to those who feast upon me.