It grazes my skin like a ray of sun on a Tuesday afternoon
piecing me together like a mother to her child in the womb,
As gentle and warm as a hot meal on a winter's day.
So delicate to the heart, mending it like glue.
I guess I'm stuck.
It flows like a melody on the 'drums,
passing words of honey through the lips like lyrics.
Your words are warm and beautiful-
like a light in a room once known as dark.
Though brief, what's unsaid speaks a thousand words.
Your skin beckons me closer,
immersing me like we're tied like mates by the soul.
Thoughts of you season my mind like a sparkly star in the sky,
I wish to rest in a bed of only "you."
I am fully clothed, yet stripped down bare in your presence.
The missing piece is clearer than crystal,
placing itself to make the most perfect picture.
You are the missing piece, you are my ray of sun.
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