Your hands cup my face and the contours of my jaw sit perfectly in the curvature of your fingers; your hands created especially for the job they do so well.
We are a perfect fit.
And when we tilt our heads to kiss, our noses touch gently against each other’s cheeks. As if God himself intended us to stay that way.
We are a perfect fit.
My fingers slide perfectly between yours, and we hold hands like jigsaws and walk together as lovers should.
We are a perfect fit.
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