She's my favourite jigsaw.
I piece together her heart
As she pieces together my thoughts.
It's a game we play
But it's not love.
My lips her cheek
Her nose my neck
Her eyes my eyes
Together we make a picture.
Her body fits perfectly against mine
My arms hold us together
And she snugs to my chest
She fits into me and I hold us together.
But, it's not love.
Her skin my lips
Her breathing my heart beating
Her kisses my cries
Her eyes my soul.
My heart her teeth.
It's not love.
It's a game we play
Not love.
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