Her two voices...

Today, it's Valentine's Day.
It's traumatic, at some point, the moment you share with a female human specimen. And just because she has two voices: the one she uses to initiate a conversation (or shall I say "the sweet voice") and the one she uses to end one (commonly known as the "somewhat harsh and rough yell" that stings your brain and your ear as well - which leads to the typical male "ok, dear" reply that still is somewhat unpleasing or disatisfying to her).

Well, I think I'm not being clear.
And how could I be?... I still don't have that many clues.

Showing my lifeline, there has always been a spotlight for a female character in my self-centered play I call life. For so many reasons they've been in that spotlight: love, passion, desire, empathy, sympathy, fun, friendship, friendship, friendship, common interests, common musical interests, common personal interests, common creative interests, passion, desire, passion & desire and even school competition. But only one spotlight at a time... fortunately, I can't handle more than one leading female character at a time.

And up to now, right now, there have always been moments when I, someone who's got absolutely no sensibility for women's matters and desires, could feel exactly which voice she was using.

"Warmth breaths, cold hands
Times we both understand
This is going to be more than what it's now
Our lips barely touching,
Our heartbeats galloping,
There's no definitive way of saying how
We slipped into each other,
We rushed to one another.

Whispered words, deep eyes
Glances that seem to defy
If this is going to be more than it's now
Our hands are not just touching
Our fantasies are wrapped, this being
There's no definitive way of saying how
We'll devour one another's needs
Rushing to each other, unlike this

Unlike this unpassionate moment,
While I write and you're away,
There's little left for me to say."

          - Hyug Badox, in an "Unpassionate Moment", just occured.