Her lips, glued to mine.
Our hair, intertwined.
Cheek to cheek, chest to chest.
Belly to belly, her body’s the best.
Knuckle for knuckle, our hands are a perfect match.
I feel an itch, and it’s her back that I scratch.
Why’d she try to leave? I don’t think I want to know.
From here on out, I’m never going to let her go.
Every stitch and staple is perfectly placed.
Smiling back at me in the mirror is her beautiful face.
Even before today, I knew that I’d fit like a glove.
We are now one, the ultimate expression of love.
Her skin is so soft. This was meant to be.
Am I the one who’s wearing her? Or, is she wearing me?