a drug

on the weekend of Valentine's Day I encountered a man who catered to my needs who made me orgasm as if we were already intertwined but only his thoughtful gestures brought excitement to my hormones. gestures that excluded touching my body. his soft voice his tall body his pecuilar coloured Polo the way he worshipped the ground I walked on he opened my door the questions he had for me as if undressing me with words the kindness the care it's been a while since I've had a man cater to my needs until that weekend. he gave himself to me. intentionally and willingly. and when I had allowed us to intertwine my body gave in willingly because it felt right it was right he made it right. emotionally first. that was the best and saddest weekend of my life. my body and eyes were never exposed to him again. could it be true that a soul mate only appears once in our lifetime? because my body, heart and soul throb for him and I am afraid I'll never stop.