He's mine. Mine. I have known him for an hour now Well that's how long the conversation was. Filled me with a passion that will not be erased Touched my heart with long supple fingers Of passionately erupted soul from between Newly licked moist thick lips And dropped sugar tainted berries of wisdom Onto my navel. They rolled up my front Defying gravity. They slid into me like food through the umbilical. And he fed me with them until I was full. Yearning for desert I implored him to stay. Asked him questions that would perch him higher In the branches of my mind... So I would not forget him. I must have met him in a past life time. He must be my soulmate. Or maybe my soul just wants to mate Be entwined, and fully encompassed by his essence. He is mine.