Women remind us of our animalistic side

Women remind us of our animalistic side, A deep reflex, carved into the layers of our subconscious, A primal call, pulsing through every vein, So hidden, and yet so visible in their eyes. In the flow of consciousness, I find myself immersed in the fabric of time, Where symbols and dreams merge into a single magical reality, Women, these creatures of light and shadow, woven from the mystery of the earth, Reveal hidden truths to me, dormant in the labyrinth of my being. Looking into their eyes, I lose myself in reflections of ancient beginnings, Like fireflies dancing in ancient nights, bearers of the cosmos' secrets, They are the distant echo of an ancestral call, A forgotten melody that resonates deeply in the modern man's heart. In their smile, I find traces of a wild beast, Hidden under the veils of civilization and conventions, A raw, delicate, and yet untamed force, A wind blowing through the deserts of my soul, awakening dunes of ancient desires. Women, mysteries wrapped in flesh and spirit, Are the compass pointing to the center of our primordial truth, They remind us that we are part of the same divine fabric, Where the human and the animal dance in perfect harmony, An eternal waltz in the moonlight, where our truths unravel and rebuild. I see my reflection in their eyes, like a wolf looking into the mirror of a calm lake, Finding there not just the man, but also the beasts that wander in my blood, A secret murmur, a song of the forest reverberating through centuries, Echoes of a tacit communication between our hearts and theirs. In this symbiosis of our beings, we find the essence of life, A vein of gold hidden deep within the bowels of reality, Where every touch, every whisper, is a fragment of the universe, A secret code revealing that we are more than what we seem, Two entities dancing in a magical darkness, holding tightly to the edges of a shared dream. They remind us of the mountain peaks we have climbed, Of the plains we have crossed, chasing the stars, For in every woman lies an unspoken universe, an atlas of unknown emotions, And in every man who looks into those eyes, the beast awakens, A fragment of wild nature that refuses to be tamed. This reminder of our animalistic side, This journey back to the essence of being, Is an open portal to the splendor of the unknown, A melancholic dance between the edges of light and darkness, When we meet in the midst of that ancient and sacred call, Women and men, lights and shadows, returning to their eternal origin, At the point where everything begins and ends, where animals and gods shake hands.