THE HYPOTHESIS

The Hypothesis I looked at him from afar. I smelled him with a curious inhale. He appeared to be what I want. I hope my hypothesis proves correct. The sound from his lips, like manna to the heavens! I feel his touch, like something divine. I remain his faithful servant. I taste the source of his sweet life. I grow within my own self, A life so sweet. Filled with him. WordPlaya, Jan 2009