Every occasion I knew I could also feel
the essence of how the heart will pound
a steady beat of repressible reality
she swooned by inner soul to measure
the simple reality of how love might
give credence to the simple solution
we call it passion, some call it lustful
desire to conquer the quest of wonder
to wander into the life of woman wish
for all the world to understand her angst
why should we all comply to the risk of man
to step inside the life of a satisfying allure
nature of sensuality surrounding mystique.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 