The Toils of a Man

The single word which makes my skin tingle
HER.
My heart leaps out and about
Never staying still,wanting to mingle
MY brain freezes upon its mention.
HER.
Hormones keep dancing and so do my legs
Its either that or the want to lie down on the bed
Piercing deep into the soul
Gushing are the feelings deep within
A single work found not complete
So fragile it makes a person to be
The eyes get moist
Missing already what it never could have felt
The slightest bit of guilt
Throbbing like a thousand prickles
Navigational senses tingling
Figuring the dimensions between
Be it distance, be it time
Or be it crossing mountains and seas
The mind seels to paint a picture
Of its wants and desires
Greed possessiveness and other feelings
Fill the heart full of their ugly schemes
In the end not all is perfect
For such feelings always comes in pairs
To defy anything and everything
Yet despite the downsides, only one single word
Only one it may be
Shifts my gears
For it is all about HER.