Beautiful Erotica

Beautiful erotica, that is you and I watch because you let me.
 
You don't see it, but I do, your beautiful
Your damaged, but I see goods and I say inside your beautiful.
 
Your beautiful, to me, when you don't know it
You don't know that you are beautiful, because you are damaged.
 
You don't want to be, but you are what you are
And that, is good enough for me, that you are you, being you.
 
You don't want to be beautiful, then what do you want to be?
In my eyes I see things, but I want you to know and see.
 
I want you to know, what your quiet reluctance does to me
It makes me heal and appeal and beg and scream.
 
I want to tell you something so powerful that you believe
It is not me that is beautiful, it is you and in you what I see.
 
What I see can't be described in human terms, it is foreign
A language my own, it must be expressed differently.
 
Please join me, come in to my home
This is where I live, it is warm and inviting.
 
Relax, this is where you belong, for now I hold what is mine
When you, my loved one are in my arms.
 
I asked you to be a participant, and willing you are
So why do you hide, when you know you are a spark in the dark
 
Shy you are, and so am I
So much to explain, and this is erotica to me.
 
So know this, my lovely love, you can not escape me
I won't let you go and we both know that you won't.
 
You won't because you are like me, yes a surprise, beautiful
I am beautiful, because you see me for me.
 
I am beautiful, just because you think upon me, my name
I am beautiful, to have you, I am humbled and I crave you.
 
I want, I want, I want, I want too.
Is that so unbelievable, why.
 
So you wake up to write and here I am,
I am beautiful because you love me and that can't be expressed
Except one way, erotically.
 
So erotically, poetically, lyrically, emotionally, greedily
I sing, I ponder, I hope, I desire, if this is wrong then let be.
 
If this is wrong, then it will be wrong my way, erotically.
 
You don't see it, but I do, your beautiful
Your damaged, but I see goods and I say inside your beautiful.
 
Your beautiful, to me, when you don't know it.
You don't know that you are beautiful, because you are damaged.
 
You don't want to be, but you are what you are
And that, is good enough for me, that you are you, being you.
 
You don't want to be beautiful, then what do you want to be
In my eyes I see things, but I want you to know and see
 
I want you to know, what your quiet reluctance does to me
It makes me heal and appeal and beg and scream.
 
Beautiful erotica, that is you and I watch because you let me.