I wonder and can only.

I wonder and can only.
     I wish and can only, that I knew the infinite pleasure that only belongs to the woman. The coursing and synergetic feeling that never neglects a synapse of the undeniably more perfect self of the two halves of life. As the inferior half observes, we can only acknowledge and it will remain few high minds that could briefly imagine the truth. What is the male return, I ask what will answer? We are afflicted by ego and primal tendencies that continue to underweight our collective attributes.
     The female orgasm is the most precious treasure in the Universe. Even for those that observe and can only. It enables the imagination. It harbors intellect.
     Therefore reinforcing a sentiment already established: the female is the most valuable gift nature has given the Universe and ever will.
     There are curves like water cascading over a mountain side. There are eyes like glass spheres that audaciously house fire. There are breasts that calm like quiet morning snow. There are lips that make candy taste bitter. There are legs that wrap, curl and extend. There are arms that feel better than home. There are hands that are wise and fingers that are gentle. There is hair that calls and smiles that answer. There are feet that need to be rubbed.