For My One... (Only One)

My One

As the moon recognizes the passing hand of the sun
I saw you pass and recognized you as
The one, MY one
Meaning more than half the day spent
Memorizing the nape of your neck
Tonguing down trails
And back up to vocal chords that murmur:
"Don't stop, Don't stop"
We fit
You are my one
My perfect one
My single most wanted
Hips, ass and toes,
Lips, ears and nose
To be exposed
On top of this face of
Smiling grace
That dislikes the taste of tens
And only has appetite for the likes
Of my one
You're my one,
My one
Please be my only one

- Saul Williams -