Krishna to Tara:
Recently reincarnated,
After so many millennium without you
There's so many ways I want to make love to you,
That one lingam is not enough,
So I grow a ninety-nine more,
Sprouting branches of sinew and flesh
From my chest, my arms, my legs,
All stretching toward you.
In response, you open ninety-nine yoni
Rose red lips opening like flowers in every niche.
Embracing, we fit together like a puzzle piece,
Once halved, once divided, once mystical
Now solved.

Tara to Krishna:
Crazy blue man,
Come to me as one lover,
Not a myriad
You only need one piece
To fit the puzzle that is me,
Complete me and I'll make you one again,
And suspend the cycle
Of rebirth and death
But you must give up
Those Gopi, those hundred and eight *****,
They must find a more suitable lover
To fit their station behind the cow