Love over Power

The illusion of giving victory softly lands like a flowers petal but in multitudes like a symphony of control chaos. Only to be savored like the taste of HER honey that drips slowly from his fingers before applying the tip of his tongue to taste HIS victory. Only a true Man knows that his power is perpetuated, slowly preserved (something valued) from oblivion or extinction. His knowledge of knowing that life is only delicious with the woman that can satisfy him through 

Mind, Spirit,

                        and Soul. Her happiness is His strength but Her illusion ..