Your pale smooth skin is warm beneath my hands as I pull you to my heart. A missing piece of the puzzle, you slide into place. This is a new sensation I've not felt before. I ache to be in your presence, and you in mine. Two sides of the same coin, but now more. For one side of a coin can never see the other. I see you, imperfect perfection personified. Beautiful to the core of your, like mine, damaged soul. Love is too weak a word. There is no word for this, just actions to show this nameless emotion. Pulling you closer, becoming one. The sounds of our passion echoing. The perfect fit. A piece of the puzzle, slides into place.