Being a man, the desire for a woman is one thing I am sure of.
Yet the perplexity of satisfaction seems to be never ending, at least concerning a woman.
In a moment desire is satisfied at the peak of pleasure, but when the days wane this heart fades.
I'm longing for something greater than a moment, but in these moments I see a picture of my desire realized.
A still, of manifold time and time again. Pursuit, protection, & pleasure in everything, everywhere, & together.
My understanding is depraved and my inexperience dimly illuminates the road to my desire realized.
When will I find her, and when will I release my heart's treasure of affection for her?
For that woman, this heart's desire never ceases to flow out.