Two good looking women occassionally come to me
for their own personal ends,
one I wait for,
the other I do not so much look for.
The first not so sweet in her manners,
the second one is sweet and always smiling,
if she is not narrating her tale of woes.
The first conscious
and tries being fully wrapped,
when before me
hardly caring about her persona
The first arouses me mildly,
though I see to it that I never loose balance.
I shall never rsk tarnishing my image.
The second is like a cool breeze,
not much conscious at all about my bearing.
I am a vulnerable man
very aware of my weaknesses.
I am just wonder sometimes
dictates human emotions,
arousal and al that!
Strange, isn't it, the phenomena
of keeping equananimity,
or loosing balance.