To me, women are the calm before the storm, the moment of peace before the whirlwind hits; a silence; a clash of sound and then, a celebration. They are the beginning, the middle, and the end, and they rise above the tide, beautiful and merciless and so captivating, my breath is stolen with their smiles. I am utterly enthralled with women, for what they stand for, and I welcome the capture they have on my heart.
Men, however, are the storm. A brand of chaos, controlled and yet uncontrolled, the edge of a wicked smile and the sinful shift of muscle beneath bone. To be held in their embrace is to be consumed, as if by fire, of the rage of their hearts. I will never understand them, and that, in and of itself, is an irresistable driving force of my desire to know and yet not, holding me in my place. Men are terrifying, and they are beautiful.
I love every single one of you. You are so beautiful, and you terrify and excite me. Thank you for being so.