north and south.

i am certain that there was a story behind my attraction to you. i am certain that there was a reason. maybe it was the tenderness of your cheeks or the warmth of your skin against mine. or could it have been the friction between between our hands? the compression of your forehead pressed against mine? maybe we were being the presumptuous people we are by assuming our ridges would match in perfection. the strong mountains of your structure had no place on the dunes and slopes of my body, but i believe that that is why we were impeccable. we were perfect in our imperfections. these magnetic fields between us were never things to be ignored, handsome. you and i both knew that. you and i were both aware. we were absolute in every way possible.