Fresh Love

What is better than the mystery of maybe? It hints at a way to explore lush beckoning fields for the first time. Every event is a lucky chance encounter tempting your essence to survey whether she is ready to give herself to you. Will she attract you to press on and pursue? Or evoke nothing? For we shall not merge unless she first allures and tempts, stirring the suitor to uncover and dispel her modesties.

Like nomadic traders meeting at a strange outpost far from any familiar shelter, we begin by seeking a common language and curiosity. A gentle handshake and preliminaries ensue, then scales to measure raw goods, followed by swordplay to discern the adroit from shallow.

Bared pockets and a customary patdown suggest proof of fidelity beyond simple deception, and then he pledges the penultimate oath:

I, of willful intent, am intrigued, drawn, and captivated, choosing to know your hidden wonderment and mysteries, standing before you with virile desire and passion worthy of your willfulness and yielding, overtaking restraint as a force of nature for which you will be appreciative and awed, ravaged and loved, as you are swept away by chemistry, ineffable drives, and potent storms that will be witnessed and experienced from its apparent epicenter, but never understood.

Eternal wheel ever rolling! We are made of fuel for raging fires that propel the world, but need your spark to ignite.