A wanderer’s ways cross wondrous womanly worlds.
Galaxies of love unknown and forests of ecstasy unexplored.
Each marvelous than the last,
Each woman, different from the next.
…with hearts like welcome signs inviting,
of guidance through intricacies and the mysteries of love
The sole condition of the hospitality offered
To fall. Fall deep in sync with the beat and flow of emotion
fluid to be a one merged to two and you will hold hands in exotic places,
narrating to strangers how you met…
in between champagne sips and exaggerated telling…
A wanderer’s ways cross wondrous womanly worlds,
But he will only stop for someone on his way to someone else,
For the galaxy is vast, and the enchantment of one forest fling dies at the thought,
“How many more could there be out there?”