Perfection

Like the missing piece to the puzzle
His love fits like no other.
Body and soul, we melt.
Blend and mold, like nothing I’ve ever felt.
His hands were made to intertwine with mine.
His arms are like shelter in my loneliest times.
His lips make me weak.
His touch makes it hard to speak.
His breath on my neck like an angel’s kiss.
His love is my only bliss.

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