Missing Piece - Poem by Lipstick Casanova
Who said your hands have to be bigger, stronger
Why can't they be smaller, the same size.
Who's to say your lips don't match mine,
I say they're a perfect fit pressed against mine, they fit just fine
Your hair floats around me, threatening to drown me
Like the sea, and your perfume lingers on my skin
But all the time, you lift me up, sit me down,
You've slipped your hand in my chest, you serenade my heart.
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