Her vanilla white arms
Reaches for the tips
Of his dark fingers.
She wraps herself
Around him
And envelops himself in
Her porcelain skin
Her tears travels
Down and touches him.
She is beautiful
And he loves her.
He embraces her
And makes her shine.
No matter how different
They may seem,
They are still perfect.
A perfect pair.
Like oil to water,
But perfect.
This is how he loves,
And this is how she loves him.
My fingers reach out
To taste.
What a perfect pair.
Different
But delicious.
- MJ - 2002 -
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