Woven Deep

She was beautiful to him without even trying.
Her imperfect parts they called to him
With vulnerable eyes and sweet scent
She was his in the most basic ways
And he craved her, felt her in his blood
Her essence woven intricately with his own
Until he felt bound to her
Until each breath became hers
Until he became hers

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