I envy the type
Women who ebb with the flow
Balanced in their temperaments
And passions
They are pastels of pinkness 
Their darkness is a shade of blue
Their voices fall gently on the ear
Even at a high pitch 
They merely alarm
Their coldness is frosty
Their fire 
Threatening
They show you the hand's palm
Careful not to scratch
Their fight is like 
Surrender

I am a storm
On sand
And at sea 
Constantly wielding the power
To drown or resuscitate 
Moving my naked body against yours 
Like a strong wind
Lifting you off your feet
My colors are violent
With crimson edges
Purples so deep
You rethink the beauty of black
I fight for what I want
With my fists clinched
My lips
My teeth
Those women 
Make you want to dip your feet
To feel me will require your entire body
I wet the soul
Leave you begging
For round two

I admire the type of women 
Defined by a few well articulated phrases
They are well rhymed
And metered
Poetry
They are soft touches
And soothing tones 
They make you sway
Candlelight with tempting scents
Laid back
Admiring the moon
Wishing on stars
That might fall
You worship them 
With your meaningful looks

I am the raw and unedited verse
The rhythm that fails to cooperate
With your practiced song
I am the reason for the poem 
Why it must be transformed 
Into an 
Epic
I am the need for rituals
The invocation of the muse
I love in the extremes
Attempts will not be enough
There are no words 
 If not written in blood 
You know it burns
But you cannot deny yourself
A touch
A taste
You will have to do more than
Enter me 
You will have to hit my core 
Cause change before eruption
Remembering
I am what creates islands
What makes you become
What shoots across the sky
Your moon will forever be
Drenched in my colors
Leaving you
Howling 

I admire those women
They require so little
Contentment is an easy course
Stay with those women if you must
They are the choice for comfort
To love in the extremes
Will require everything
And the journey will be
Endless
You will thank the Gods
That there is just
One of me
And that I am 
Quite possibly
Yours
How else would 
The lesser men
Survive