When the bough breaks.

A simpler life of carnal pleasure elusively desired yet feared. Not reality, no workaday fret to be revered. Fall with confounded lust then snapped back to less the merry-go-round again. The stuff in and of life, the meat and potatoes, molecular force not grounded but forged into the shape of man. When woman awakens and excites do not run scared, lovers, she is reaching within a soul, a natural selection, a mate with whom to lay, to openly ignite. Passion in clothing stripped is no more seductive than breath caught on the winged bird, the wind in the leaves and rustle between sheets of wealth. All is lust when the heart is full. All is right in the words you heard.