oxymoron

I know exactly how your lips will feel The moment before they brush mine Yet your kisses never fail To take my breath away I know exactly the path your fingers will trace Along my cheek to the back of my neck Yet your touch never fails To electrocute my skin I know exactly the look in your eyes Before you lean your face towards mine Yet your gaze never fails To paralyze me We are an oxymoron Inexplicable But we are also puzzle pieces Perfectly seamless

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