A Perfect Fit

January 21, 2012
By Roryrose GOLD, Old Town, Maine
Roryrose GOLD, Old Town, Maine
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I was made,
It seems,
To hold you
Your edges
Coming to rest
In my curves
My breathing,
Your breathing
I bend my neck
To press my face to you
And smell your smell
We rock together,
Calm
For once.
Together,
Taking shelter from the gale


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