For a man it is visual, looking for beauty and strength,
for a woman, it is comfort for babies, talking at length.

But when they come together at just the right moment,
their differences dissolve into one great wonderful foment.

They hope for the ecstasy they find in their dreams,
ideal mesh, sometimes so hard to attain, it seems.

But when the hormones of puberty rage in bodies pure,
all rules of society seem to melt in the ecstatic blur.

Strange coupling occurs that defies all societal reason,
when man seeks out beauty rather than his season.

Wars erupt both large and small, from couplings like this.
Men and women give up fortune and fame for this bliss.

Chemistry of which is very well known to science,
but societal mores often wrongly want to silence.

For the unfettered longing and fulfillment of love lost,
is the greatest gift we have to dispel all pain and cost.

When two entwine in an erotic lovers' swoon,
there is no better way to love under the moon.

Moon that creates the menstrual cycle in woman,
and brings out the urge of seeking love in man.

Reaching the peak of all sexual desire,
who would challenge such love with ire?