He kissed constellations on my skin
Every graze of his lips
Every tender kiss
On my mouth
My neck
My cheek
A feeling exploded
It was a piece to a puzzle
A puzzle I hadn't even known existed
Until I met him
He was all I needed
All I wanted
- the daydream
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From the Hopeless Romantics - The Anthology
PoetryPoems about how it feels to be a hopeless romantic
