The Man and the Woman

In the realm of passion, where love does reside, Two worlds collide, in a tender divide. A man's crescendo, a burst of delight, In moments of bliss, like stars in the night. While for a woman, it's a slower-paced race, A journey of waves, a soft, sweet embrace. His moment swift, like lightning in the sky, Hers a crescendo, a slow, steady sigh. Two different paths, to ecstasy's embrace, In the dance of desire, each finds their own space.