Lying on his bed, Jeff stared into the night.  Tiny shards of brilliance speckled
the field of black, each an insignificant point seen so far away, a vast array of
fire and silent motion.  Mars hung high against the milky streak.

Kathy wanted the bedroom the moment she laid eyes upon it, falling in love with
the idea of the broad glass ceiling that made the room a virtual greenhouse. 
Jeff had fought her for a while, complaining of practical things, but conceded in
the end.  Her heart leapt to imagine sleeping every night together beneath the
vault of heaven. As she pleaded for indulgence, Jeff found, despite prudent
calculations, nothing could make him deny his lovely wife this luxury.  A
shooting star raced across eternity.

Jeff remembered how restless the black sky made him feel on the first night they
slept in their bedroom.  Opening his eyes, his head resting on his pillow, her
head heavy on his shoulder, Jeff found himself filled with dread, overwhelmed by
his own insignificance as the universe stretched out so wide above him.  It was
the small feeling he had known as a child, the weight he found he could only
escape in the embrace of his mother's arms, before she had gone.  And now Kathy.

She had roused at the first shudder, as Jeff succumbed in an instant to his fear.
 Kathy had kissed his cheek instinctively, rising up to shield him from the
vision, to diminish the expanse of darkness with a pale beauty in the shadows,
kissing his brow, kissing his quivering lip.  Kathy touched him knowingly and at
once Jeff forgot the void of space and found assurance in her smooth caress.  He
kissed her, rose above her, took her.

It seemed so long ago, the first night beneath the slow turn of stars, when he
had kissed her breasts uplifted, gleaming white in the glow of soft moonlight,
Kathy's nipples hard peaks tempting his kiss with a yearning insistence.  It
seemed so long ago, the supple scent of her belly, yielding to his tugs and
pinches, the long sinews of her uplifted arms, the light gay laugh to tempt his
kisses, a thousand slow deliberate tastes as the serpent traced her arc into the
dark horizon.

Jeff wiped the tears from his eyes, but his heart crumbled in despair.  The
darkness seemed eternal, reaching out beyond the stars. Jeff felt the small fear
and turning his gaze down, found no one to redeem him.

But he remembered the reflection of those same stars in her eyes as he rose above
to embed himself within her, the acceptance and surrender of her love as he
looked into her depths, the eternal night within her gazing eyes, as the moist
kiss of her sweet cunny swallowed him within.  Kathy, Jeff smiled to recall, had
loved him absolutely, anxiously drawing the fire from his soul, teasing his
passions into a pitch of rage.

The stars each burned a fiery explosion of billowing flames, a sea of energy and
light, storming madly, pouring forth across the cosmos to tickle him as he lay in
bed and tried to sleep, lulling him with a kiss of distant time, spurring him to
live and burn, despite the cold, despite the dark.

Jeff could still hear her giggle as she shed her satin panties dancing and he
leaned sitting against the headboard, admiring like an emperor the charms of his
slave girl.  She had pranced and bent and spread and teased in a celestial
symphony of erotic motion, and Jeff could still feel the throb of his earthy
cock, trembling in the sweet anguish of unbound desire, and yet the vixen teased
him longer.  He'd jumped from the bed as she waggled invitations, and stood
behind her lean flanks to pierce the root of her being, the sweet swollen lips of
her cunt suckling him with each ferocious prod.  He leaned over to kiss her
glistening back, the arch of wanting, the slender vase of her lascivious flesh.

He turned, weary with frustrations, and listened as a siren wailed somewhere in
the valley beneath the house.  Troubled, Jeff collapsed in knowing that life
marched on around him, that another day loomed and would just as soon pass to
bring him inevitably back into the shrine of this eternal night.

But the sky reflected her lost love, and Jeff drank the pale starshine.