Magic and starlight (alternate ending)

He is made of magic and starlight
with sand in his hair
the sea on his lips.
And I am lost


I was chipped, cracked
a discarded thing.
He ran his fingertips over the breaks
     slipped inside
     his mouth against mine
     hips pressed hard
He filled me - healed.
I am whole. Sated.
Lost.

Body and soul I ache for him
when he speaks my name.
     I whisper, I love you,
     in the dark, I reach out
          he finds me there.
My mind is filled with him
     the taste of his skin
     his strength pressed against me
          and deep inside.

He is made of magic and starlight
deep and bright and true and real
and I am lost.
I am saved.